Taxi driver number 2 (we'll call him Roger), completely takes the biscuit. After making me sit in the front because he “doesn't like talking to someone behind him”, I should have probably realised that he was slightly mad. Alas, I was naïve.
The usual “do you have a boyfriend?” chat cropped up, and when I replied affirmative, he responded “oh well, he's not here is he?”. Ha.
Finally we arrived at my destination, and despite reasonably strange conversation, I was relieved that it had ended in little drama. However, it seemed that the strangeness was not over quite yet.
Roger insisted that until I gave him a kiss, he wouldn't unlock the door and let me out. Remaining calm, I politely declined. Unfortunately, this wasn't enough for Olde Rog'. Taking matters into his own hands, he proceeded to grab my face and lick my mouth.
Absolutely disgusting.
Unlocking the door, I hastily jumped out with my 30 bags of Havaianas, keen on getting away and washing my face asap.
And I still paid him. Maybe i'm the mad one!
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