…have I ever been so mad and so ashamed of my actions.
Let me start at the beginning. We taxi every where and some weeks we get along with the taxi driver community as a whole and the next week they are cheating on us and stealing from us, so we have to break up with them. What to do, what to do.They see that we are American and automatically charge us way over the price. Our 3 weeks of Tagalog tutoring has taught us enough to tell them no and we only pay what the meter says.
Anyway, I am getting way off track. Today my taxi driver pretended not to hear me correctly (this is a regular occurrence, especially around Christmas when they try to swindle you for more money) and I had a really important doctors appointment to get to. I told him several times on the way over to my appt. where we were going and he still drove me to the wrong place. A few other events acclimated and I finally yelled at him to just pull over. I wadded up my money, threw it at him, said a few words and threw up a hand gesture I am not so proud of then slammed the door like a 15 year old girl with raging hormones. The worst part is that it was an old man taxi driver. I continued to fume and curse a few not so naughty words as I ran 3 blocks and got to my doctors appointment just 5 minutes late. Some days are good here and some days are not so good.
What would you have done?
We took our first jeepney ride on friday to Little Tokyo in Makati. It was an experience but I definitely prefer taxis.