I've experienced two racist (in my opinion) incidents while working the streets of Dublin over the last couple of weeks.
The first, and clearly the worst, was when I went to collect a Free Now job from Aldi on Coolock Drive. I was assisting my passengers (African immigrants) in loading their shopping when I was approached by a gentleman (in the loosest possible sense of the word) who enquired if I was free... no I charge says I and I'm obviously busy. He'ar I need a fuckin taxi, fuck them and their bags out and let's go, says he. I can't do that, says I, they've ordered the car. A barrage of abuse that came within millimetres of a physical confrontation followed as he tried to hamper the loading of the boot and told me he drives a taxi himself and would never take that lot never mind when one of "our" own needs a taxi, etc, etc...
The second, far more amusing, incident occurred when I was flagged down on Coolock Lane, having just turned left from Swords Road. A little white Prius driven by a subcontinental looking driver was just pulling out as I pulled in. So your man gets in and said he flagged the "packie" down outside ALSAA and wanted to go to the Viscount... the cunts after turning left here so I told him to fuck off and learn the poxy area. Did you want to go straight, says I trying to keep a straight face... of course I fukkin did that's the most direct route, say he - personally I woulda gone the same way as our immigrant colleague/competitor unless directed to the contrary. So, says I, I can't really do a U Turn here, will I go round the roundabout and back through Beaumont... or Santry... I mean, I think... no, just go down the motorway says he... towards the city isn't it, says I... yeah do you not know the Viscount says he... aaah I'm not great on this area says I, I do get them mixed up... no worries, just go towards town and I'll show you where it is. Sound, says I... so we get there and he throws me a tenner and says hang on to it bud. Thanks, says I... fuckin' score it's cost me but that's not your fault... what did you pay your man who hadn't a bleedin' clue where he was going, says I, again doing my best not to laugh... I threw a tenner at the cunt, I'm not going down that road AGAIN, says he!
