Last night, I knew what running late does to me: it makes me speak out.
Normally, I’d be bitched upon and keep silent. I’m non-confrontational (to a fault) and I’m a sissy. I don’t want fights. So many sales people have violated customer rights on me and I don’t talk back. I walked away even when I got the “you’re fat” comment right in my face.
But last night was different – I bitched back!
I was running late using the Metro and miscalculating the travel time. Got out of the station and waited for taxi. Taxi came after what seems like forever. My friend and I finally sat down and I wanted to cry. I was running late. I hate being late.
Suddenly, while I was lost on my thoughts for about 20 seconds,
“So madame, where do we turn?”
YOU’VE. GOT. TO. BE. KIDDING. ME.
We were in Dubai Marina, that other side of Dubai that I am not familiar with. You ask me the streets of Deira, I’d be happy to guide you. But asking me where to turn in the middle of Dubai Marina? I’m going to take the piss.
“Excuse me? You don’t know the way?”
“But I asked you – you know? and you said yes!”
That is like accusing me I have gone nuts.
“If you have told me you don’t know the way, I couldn’t have gone in your cab, dude! “You’re the taxi driver, you’re the one who’s supposed to know the way!”
Taxi driver, irritated: “But I am new! I said you know the way, you said you know the way.”
I bitched back and very surprised with myself, “No I did not say yes. Did you hear me say YES? No! You did not hear me say yes you just ASSUMED I said yes. I was staring outside, thinking I’m really, really late! But I did NOT ever say yes!”
“What to do now, madame?”
I fought the lump on my throat and trusted my instincts – asked him to go to the direction of Al Sufouh road. The Westin would be in that road.
The taxi driver whirled his way through the roads, still looking as lost as hell. And it started to rain. In Dubai rain comes like once in a blue moon. Like, literally so traffic started to pile up. Yes, little drizzle and traffic, that’s the way it is.
F*ckity, f*ckity f*ck f*ck f*ck.
Why do I always attract taxi drivers who seems to have just sat for work 10 seconds ago? I’ve have had bouts with weird taxi drivers but the newbies are the worst. A GPS system would be very convenient. I hope taxis install that soon!
Word of the wise: Ask the taxi driver if he knows where your destination is before hopping in.