A Taxi Ride I Won’t Forget Any Time Soon
I was working late one night and the designer I stayed back with offered to drive me closer to my home so the taxi fare would be cheaper.
She dropped me off in Bangsar (roughly 10-15 mins from my home in Kota Damansara) and a friendly taxi driver offered to take me home straight after.
He took off around the back streets of Bangsar and started navigating the streets instead of taking the highway.
“Oh, great. Another taxi driver who thinks I’m a tourist, trying to rip me off.”
I thought.
He drove right past an on-ramp to the Penchala Link (direct route to my house).
“Hey, why did you go past that?”
“Sorry, boss. But they have the police checkpoints out.”
“So?”
“You know what they’re looking for?”
“Uh..”
“They’re trying to catch the drunk ones! Haha!”
“So what does that have to… Oh god…”
“Ahh don’t worry boss! If they catch me, I have to pay the fine. Not you.”
“But this is costing me more money!”
“Ah. Sorry boss.”
The fare ended up being more than I’d have paid if I got a taxi from work.
Bloody Kuala Lumpur.
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