Monday, July 05, 2004
Boy I'm glad I got home safely. As usual, weird cab-drivers. Why do I always have to meet one? *sigh*
Got on this yellow-top cab & after shutting the door tight, (My habit is to tell the driver the destination after closing the door. Don't ask why.) I told him, "Hougang Ave 7." There was a pause of 10 seconds before he started moving that brakes of his. So i thought, "Not another 'which-way-to-go-ah' cab-driver". He kept quiet & so I thought okay, maybe he needs to think where the place is.
Throughout the whole journey, he was damn quiet. Normally the drivers will ask which route I would like them to take. But he didn't. Mouth shut like doors of Changi Prison. THEN.....he started making weird noise. He starting sucking on his teeth, (like what you do when you have food stuck in between your teeth) creating those damn disgusting, salivating sound. Urgh! I got scared. I took a closer look at him....he had copper-red hair, with hairstyle somewhat similar to Mr. HP (someone in the newsroom). Then, he started to sigh...I got REALLY scared. I searched high & low for the car plate number & finally found it near the front mirror (not gonna disclose it since he did nothing to me afterall).
Sucking teeth, sighing, tapping of his lap, tapping of the steering wheel, sighing again....is all I heard throughout the 20mins-odd journey. Then, he spoke! (Oh yes the first sign to show that he's not a mute!) Asking me should he turn right or go straight. He spoke in a low, deep voice..."Straight? Or turn right?" That's the longest sentence he ever said. The next two were just "$11" & "Thank you!" Well, I got home safely afterall. But that's hell a ride.
Seriously, silence is not always golden. The quiet ones are really freaky.
// she's beautifully chaotic at 11:59 PM >> 