movingtospore wrote:Well, the other day..I was pacing in front of a building off Orchard late one night waiting for hubby to pick me up. Couple local gals hanging out around the taxi queue. One glared at me as said: "You know, in Singapore, we queue for taxis. The end of the queue is here." I started to laugh (the worst thing to you can do to a SC) and said: "Darling, how fabulous for you. However, I'm not waiting for a taxi. And you, my dear, are wasting years out of your life waiting in queues when if you actually thought for minute, which I know is difficult for you, and walked across the street over there, you'd probably be able to flag one down quite quickly. Hope that helps." To which she sputtered for several minutes, checked her phone, sputtered, checked her phone, and then stomped off with her friend after fruitlessly waiting for a taxi a while more.
Actually I wasn't quite that eloquent. But the effect was the same.
you aren't going to believe this, but one fine evening after I had a few fine beers at Clarke Quay I staggered to the streets to hail a cab and there was quite a crowd at the taxi stand.
I pretended to hang around and then walked to the street a good 300 meters ahead and crossed over to the other side.
I was the only guy in the middle of the street trying to flag down a cab within 10 minutes of standing there, 6 drunks decide to form a queue behind me patiently waiting their turn for a cab in the middle of the road forming an imaginary taxi queue.Then when another drunk sees our lil imaginary line he walks ahead of our queue when the 6 drunks throw a lil fit over this perceived injustice and start swearing at him.
thats when a cab arrived I waved he stopped and I buggered off shaking my head in absolute bemusement and disbelief.