You Say What?? - Taxi Drivers
So today my friends and I hail a cab on the way back from a bomb-dig dinner we have with our study abroad program. My friend, who is a good 6-foot plus and carries a strong 200 pounds sits up in the front-passenger seat, which happens to be pushed up pretty far up to the dashboard. We go no further than 10 feet when the taxi driver abruptly veers back to curbside and says (in direct translation) “you’re too fat, it’s disturbing my driving skills. go sit in the back” I mean, for all of the work that China did for the Olympics, yellow-polo shirts and all that English jazz included, this is just incredible.
We come up on a red light and it’s a really quiet 2-3 minutes, awkward and quiet. Once we get inside campus, the cab driver gets going again. This time his road-rage is directed toward the students on campus. In between honks at 2-second intervals he keeps mumbling, “Stupid students, I thought this was a world-renowned university. You all are going to get run over walking like that.”
