I was sitting in my car, parked at the side of the road, talking on the telephone, minding my own business, when suddenly the passenger door was opened and a little old lady got in.
I said to the person I was speaking to to hold on a moment, and addressed the lady.
" Madam, please would you get out of my car. I am on the 'phone."
Now actually, I think the mistake I made was mentioning the 'phone. The sweet little old lady started swearing at me and told me to get off the effing 'phone and start driving.
" Madam, I am not a taxi."
This clearly threw her.
" Why are you parked here then, if you're not a taxi? This is where I told them to pick me up."
I terminated my 'phone conversation and repeated my request for the not so sweet little old lady to remove herself.
" Are you sure you're not a taxi?"
" I'm absolutely certain."
" Well you can eff off then ... and don't bloody park here again."
With that she got out and slammed the door - then rapped on the window.
Being well brought up and not generally unkind or rude to old ladies, I opened it.
".. And you jest tell yer boss I won't be using his bloody company again, and I'm getting on to my social worker about you!"
Now I know I fall into the grumpy old man category regarding people's behaviour nowadays, but I rather thought this took the biscuit.
Clearly used to having everything done for her by the state, including calling for taxis, I was saddened by the lack of manners from someone who was old enough to know better. What it showed was that even sweet little old ladies become corrupted by this government and it's policies.
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That's what happens if you drive a black cab. Perhaps she was hoping you'd be the Duke of Edinburgh.
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