After Mama’s House, Lianne and I walked 2 mins to the taxi depot and waited for the next available taxi --- they are dispatched here and are all over the freaking island… Obviously, because it was 10:30PM people were out and about and there was a shortage of taxis. So once one would show it’s front lights, people would fight over who was next.
At first, Lianne and I stood back and let them fight…. Greeks vs. Hindus. Aye Carrumba!
When both parties were gone, we both got closer to the road… We clued in that the only way we were getting home was to stand at the side of the road and forget about standing in the actual depot.
I told Lianne to hail the next cab, once we saw one…. AND THERE IT WAS.
“LIANNE! HAIL IT!”
Lianne flagged it down and once he got close enough, I shouted, “PERISSA?!” He nodded and I shoved myself into the backseat, hoping Lianne would have enough time getting in before a honking big woman would get to her first.
The second she shut the door, the woman was screaming her head off at the driver and from what I caught from the yelling, he was an asshole and she was a biotch.
That was fun --- Lianne and I high-fived each other and ended up telling the driver where WE were staying…
GO CANADA!
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