I was reading the special report on Formula One in the Today paper and I realised something – Why don’t Singapore send our own race team? I even have the perfect candidates. They are none other than our very own taxi drivers.
I’m not kidding. Judging from the way those drivers maneuver their cars, I think we have a pretty darn good chance there. I just encountered 1 this evening. He was weaving in and out like nobody’s business (I felt like telling him that weaving back and forth between lanes DOES NOT get you to your destination faster. Its just an illusion. See here.)
Me (to my bf): “I think got high possibility I might die in the cab. He likes to cut in and out.”
Bf: “Then you must buckle up your seatbelt k”
Me: “I buckled up so long ago le. From the moment I heard him listening to “Piece of Me” (Britney Spears) techno version I buckled up le.”
Not that buckling up helps. Ever since I got my licence and became a driver myself, I feel damn uncomfortable sitting in the back seat. I can’t sit still and every now and then I peer over to see how close he is from the car in front. All that goes through my mind is ohmygawdifthatcarjambrakeswe’redead and ohshitohshitcanhecutintothatlane and i’mnotgonnamakeithomealive. Most of the time its the last thought. Throughout the whole ride my heart was jumping as fast as the meter and by the time I reach home, I feel like throwing up from the tension and lack of oxygen. This is really called paying money to suffer man. Zzz……
