Diary of ME!
The [Syrian] Taxi Dude
Last day of school in the week. Finally. Though I won’t be doing my usual Thursday1 plans2 I will go to my grandmother’s house to wish her a good travel, because she is leaving the country, and this might be my last chance to say good bye before she leaves for Europe for an estimate of 7 months. After almost getting in a fight with some stupid classmates, I leave the school. I head towards the stationary shop to buy a Scrabble board game I saw earlier but couldn’t carry. I buy it then head out to the main road to stop a taxi.
1(Thursday is the last school day in the week in my school)
2(Usual plans usually have something to do with spending money and going out with friends)
Usually when I don’t want taxies they crowd the road, but, as usual, when you want one, you won’t find one. It was late, and I was starting to worry. Syria isn’t the safest country on earth you know. Thus, deciding to move to a different location in hopes of finding an empty taxi, one suddenly stops next to me. It had two men; they were paying the chauffeur and “looked” like they were getting out. Turned out that only one guy wanted to leave, the other just wanted to sit on his former seat (the seat next to the driver.) Thinking that I should move on, the driver peered out of his window and asked me where I was heading. I told him, he asking the guy next to him, and they decided to take me.
From the minute I got in I knew the taxi guy wasn’t regular, my guts felt it. He seemingly was laughing from a racist joke made by the other guy sitting next to him about Kurds. I didn’t say anything; I tend to keep to myself. After the old passenger got to his stop (about 2 min later); he asked the driver how much money he owed, because this was a type of rogue taxi (he didn’t seem to have the Taxi Meter that counts the money depending on how much the taxi drove (I don’t know what it is called.)) The driver, surprisingly, said 50 sp! For 2 min driving! That is A LOT, for a ride like that he should have paid like 15 sp. I, again, didn’t say anything, and the poor/stupid passenger paid without saying anything either.
After moving on the road a bit, the driver invited me to the seat next to him. I, of course, denied. What do you think you would have done? A Syrian jumpy taxi driver that likes making jokes along the way late at night, asking you to sit next to him! No sensible guy (unless he is huge) would accept.
After telling him how to reach my grandmother’s house (he didn’t know I am going to my grandmothers’ house) he stopped infront of the house. I thanked him and got out to be able to reach into my side pocket to pay him. I took taxies from my school to my grandmother’s house plenty of times, and I knew the estimate amount that I should pay the taxi (The amount that turns up on the Taxi Meter.) The amount was as estimate of 30 sp, depending on the traffic. I reached into my pocket, knowing I didn’t have change to give him a 40 (I like paying them a little tip or something) I gave him a 50. I stood there expecting some change. But noooooooo. This dude wasn’t normal. I should have probably listened to my guts. The guy didn’t just want an extra ten, nor a 50. He was going much higher for a 5 min ride.
He took the 50 (One piece of paper bill) and started feeling it. Why is he feeling a paper bill? Then he looked at it, looked at me, and said “I want a 75” Apparently the simpleton was expecting me to give him a 100 sp paper. I was like WTH? Is this guy serious? Apparently he was, because when I expressed how flabbergasted I was at his request, he made a face no mentally sound human being would make. It’s really is hard to explain, it was more like a mentally deformed adolescent “trying to be funny” kind of face. Can you imagine that kind of face? No…. Neither can I, I never knew it was possible till this guy made it. The face was accompanied with a squeaky sound that sounded like a squeaky “Really? Who told you that?”
I replied “Dude, I took a taxi several times here, and I usually pay the same amount each time, around 40!”
He stood, staring at me for a while, then, unexpectantly said something like this “It is my fault for making you into a man” plus other gibberish which I couldn’t catch because he pressed the gas a sped off. Of course it took me a minute to realize that he probably did all the drama to just try and take an extra double of his rightful amount, with nothing to lose and a minimum of 10 sp extra ( the 50 I gave him and the same 50 he ran away with.) Typical Syrian taxi, what do you expect? Some respect?