This is the first of what I imagine will be many taxi driver stories. Yes, many may ask for phone numbers/Facebook names on occasion, yet there are sometimes those that push the boundaries of general taxi driver madness.
Mr Taxi, let's call him Fernando, was extremely friendly as soon as I got in his car. He was chatty, interested, and let me stop off at the cash machine for some dollar (quite rare in Floripa!). However, I realised something wasn't right when he asked me for the 4th time if I had a boyfriend. You see, from experience, i've learnt that often it's better just to say yes, even if it isn't the case. But Fernando just wouldn't drop it. He was trying to convince me that he himself would make a better boyfriend. This was, mysteriously, in-between constant phone calls from his girlfriend. It wasn't until we picked up my friends, both male, that he stopped talking about it. In fact, he stopped talking at all. I think I would go as far as to say that he seemed angry with me. Like i'd broken his heart. Sorry Fernando!
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