Goes to the first free taxi stop, but the driver tells his head that it deserves is that he is on the left. A very young boy down another taxi driven by a young girl and confirms the order: - Here, here!
- ... aaaa The Slaves! -requested by the passenger.
Before starting, the driver runs a taxi driver faces at the next turning it receives head slightly to the opposite side and tightening the lips, as the passenger interpreted as a clear sign of (im) patience . Could perhaps be involuntarily but it is clear that does not support it.
Pronounce a few more unintelligible nonsense, yawns while wondering why he does as he says, not sleepy.
- So You'd get bored "replies the passenger to say something.
Le pita a fellow veteran who does not clog or anything. Just as the young taxi driver, turns in vain, not wanting to go to the place to go. " And this, what will matter, fuck ...? " he asks the customer.
At that time, the passenger, perhaps in obedience to a sixth sense, she has thought something like a book of claims, registration, license number ... Something does not like. Not sure why, but something is. In that car there is no chemistry. Sure you know what I speak. In a taxi with the driver there is chemistry or there is not. One realizes at once. And in that taxi there is no chemistry, no. He also thinks that it is not conceivable or feasible such an accumulation of vicissitudes, in something like one hundred and fifty meters, in a Swiss taxi. Let alone in a taxi Icelandic. Yes, they are trivial, but denote (or connote) else. "Well ... will Cadiz grace ... that savvy that characterizes us is that spontaneity ... And also I'm in no mood. "
- the slaves, right?
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Yes - and that, where is it exactly that I do not fall now? Where cross ?
- ... The cross ...? do not know where they are The Slaves?
- I is that I mess with schools.
- Well you better not Liard ...
- Why?
- Because ... you are a taxi driver, right?
- Yeah, but is that I mess with me schools. I have no way of knowing where each school.
- ... well, I tell ya ... You better start knowing. Because ... If you are a taxi driver, in order ... The Slave ... I do not know ...
- Look, I know a lot of streets and a bunch of numbers ... but schools ...
When it seems that is getting nervous, the young boy-something professional prudence of professionalism has, nevertheless, to ask someone (the passenger cab driver believed to mate with patience) if you buy snuff. The other replied laconically: - Yourself ... - Yooooo mimmmmo ... yoooo mimmmo ...!
- Look, man, slave ... I do not know ... The slave is the school that is just past City of Sant ...
- Leave, leave ... Radio-speak for "Where's The Slaves, I do not remember?
- Avenida de Andalucía 50 ... [King has failed to tell his interlocutor]
The inexperienced driver and passenger back no more cross word. The second retaining some of lucidity and, after all, he thinks, all I wanted is to give constructive advice.
Taxi stop at the school gate.
- Good night.
- Bye.
LOGSE plan The driver leaves. I do not even need to know the location of a handful of iconic sites (whore) city to be a taxi driver. Buenrollismo In these times, I guess enough to be good people and keep good behavior, as in prison. Try in good faith, yes, you see the interest. No matter what you do not have no fucking idea.
not be strange to give to another passenger to find funny his ignorance and lack of professionalism. One of the many oversized spark samplers Cadiz.
The passenger goes home thinking that Switzerland does not happen. In Iceland, at least. The worst is not there to leave or to Central or the North Sea to benefit from a minimum of professionalism. The worst thing is that thirty-five kilometers northwest not find it so hard.
- be that I'm not funny. Or not in the mood, everything is possible. Or that I've never been to Cadiz ...?
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