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Sep 26

Pass the Bread Soda

Posted on Sunday, September 26, 2010 in Family, Rantings, Taxi driving

That’s the thing about eight-seater taxis… you’re so muffled up the front in the driver’s seat that you can’t hear the bloke behind you spewing his Bacardi all over the kip so by the time you find out about it, it’s too late.

There’s an Aviation Day in Newcastle happening right about now, I had meself all geared up to bring the kids for a bit of face-painting, flight simulating and skydiver admireage, but it just wasn’t meant to happen I reckon.

Nope, it just so happens that our eight-seater taxi is also Laughingboy’s only mode of transport so one whiff of the pen in that taxi when I opened her up was enough to convinve me to make other plans.  The heat of the sun had warmed her insides up a little, see, so the vomitus belch of stench that erupted was so strong it just wasn’t worth tolerating for the sake of an interview with the Irish Air Corps.

Fuuuck.

AND I’ve lost my rubber gloves.

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Bring on the comments

  1. Jo says:

    Well that just sucks. Or possibly blows :(

    TAT should call back to his house and drag him out to clean up his mess.

  2. oh jesus i hate when people do that. i rememeber this one time i was out on a function and someone puked in my good handbag. i could of cried. i now understand the taxi drivers soiling charge. hope the bastard who puked in the car paid tat. Some people cant handle anything. Hope the little fucker who did pays the soling charge and the extra charge of the massaive inconvience that this wanker has cost you. (am in very bad form today so sorry for the rant)

  3. K8 says:

    Jo; Nope, twas anonymous barf. Whoever it was, was good at it!

    Vicki; Bar your cleavage, your handbag’s got to be the second worst place to have someone throw up. :(
    I hope your evening’s treating you better than your day did, ranting’s always welcome here.

  4. Holemaster says:

    The old Ralph and Heuy A friend (and yes, really a friend) of mine once puked down his jacket sleeve so as not to upset the old lady sitting beside him on the bus.

    I once performed a theatrical barf out of my bedroom window four stories up onto a washing line below. They were mostly my own clothes.

  5. Tim says:

    One of the cadets got sick in a taxi in Riga, the driver stopped the car and threw us all out until we coughed up (poor choice of words maybe) €50, he let us back in again and drove us back to the ship, he had a fare to collect too. Fair enough.

  6. That Dr Seuss, he has a book for everything…

    Mucho suckage there woman.

  7. K8 says:

    Holemaster; I’m no stranger to window pukeage! Sleeve pukeage is a new one to me though… genius.

    Tim; €50 is good value! It’s €140 here which seemed kind of sick to me until I was a cabbie myself and found out how much money could be lost waiting for barfy carpets to be cleaned. Regurgitated booze sticks around something rotten. Ick.

    Kelley; I thought of you when I put that there… I think I robbed the ‘What the Fuck is this Shit?” book from your blog once :)

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