I do love to play with clients who complain (usually with anecdotes) about dem blax not having a clue where they're going. While agreeably questioning how the fuck they got licences, I ask for directions at every corner. They invariably enthusiastically play along and generally tip generously... presumably for the good service?
i dunno rat catcher. i would'nt let a gimp prick with me even if they're too thick to realise they're being fucked off.
How much do you make a week? Dunno. It would take too long to count.
How much was this car. Dunno. Its not mine.
How much do you rent it for. Dunno. My accountant looks after it for me.
How much is your insurance. Dunno. Same reason.
How much do you spend on fuel a week. Dunno. The local petrol station bills me at the end of the year. How much you ask. Thats right. The accountant looks after it for me.
Are ye waitin there long. Nah I only dropped someone off there when you jumped in.
Theres too many taxis is'nt there. I dunno.
My pet peeve is cunts mentioning the Nigerians because the implication is that you're a racist mutton headed cunt and you'd talk about someone behind their back like a gossipy aulone.
What do you think about the Nigerians? I don't.
Would you have a problem with the Nigerians? Why would I have a problem with the Nigerians.
Theres too many foreigners driving taxis is'nt there. I dunno. I mind my own business.