I hate working Halloween night, easy money but messy. I remember years ago I was working for a local cab company and got a call going to town. Pulled up and 4 blokes dressed as smurfs came out, complete with blue paint on their faces and hands and anywhere skin was exposed it was blue. I says to them, you're not getting in here with all that paint all over yis. You's mad or wha. Yer man says no its grand, its special paint that doesn't come off unless you wash it off. Reluctantly i let them in. Your man in front was grand but the bloke sitting behind him was messy and it was only 7 or 8 in the evening. He was twisted and argumentative, why you going this way and can I smoke, proper arsehole. My patience was wearing thin with the cnut. Anyways by the time I got there yer man in the back is screaming at his mates and just being a total dickhead. Out yis get, see ya, bye and I drove off. Then I seen yer man's phone on the deck. I could've wound the window down and called him over but said fcuk em, I leave it in santry garda Station if I get northside, the cnut. So I drove off. A bit further down the line I noticed my back seat, where yer man was, was covered in that poxy paint. Every where else was grand just his bit. He must've pissed his pants or spilled beer to make the paint wet, the pox. I was freaked. Luckily my seats were leather so about 15 mins wiping it out and it was grand. Later on that night, 3 am or so, I'm working town. Stopped at the central bank on dame Street and there's about 20 smurfs kicking the shit out of each other. There's was smurfs everywhere. I seen one smurf sitting on another smurf punching the face off him. I was hoping it was yer man but could never be sure. I dropped the phone to tallaght garda Station. No, im not a fan of working on Halloween, Saturday or not.