Taxi drivers in the Klang Valley

Today, i had to take a cab to a client meeting because i didnt know how to get there wit my car on my own.

So i called Public Cab and they took about 20mins to call me back which is not impressive, neither disappointing.

When they called me, i was already at the office lobby on my way out to flag a taxi, having lost my confidence in the cab company. Anyway, i entertained the call - giving them the benefit of the doubt.

The call then told me that a cab will be arriving in 5 minutes - cab 223. As the lady was giving me the cab number, a 233 cab drove into our office lobby reception and parked directly outside the main entrance.

So i asked the lady "Are you sure it's 223 and not 233?". And you know what, for fucks sake, she got pissed off. She snapped back "I told you its 223".

So i was like "Alright lady, 223". She hung up the phone. "BITCH"

So this 233 that was outside the main entrance was attracting alot of attention because, he was surrounded by an A6, a 7 series, 2 5 series' and a CLS 350.

I pulled out a ciggie, thinking that i got a 5 minutes break before the cab arrives. On my 2nd puff, there were 3 security guards trying to shoo 233.

But this stubborn old man kept saying that he's waitin for a call and that this guy he was pickin up was going to a place i was going to.

So i walked over, asked if he was on call and if he was going to where i was headed. He said yes and threw all his frustration on me... i was like uncle, go fuck your call centre, not me.


Anyway, i got in the car... very stuffy, sticky chair. The air cond was at the 3rd highest gear but it was struggling to breeth.

When it went over humps and drove over pebbly roads, i was fucking sure every single metal.. every molecule that makes up the metal was breaking loose from the bond. It was like the whole car would just shatter into a thousand pieces, and you'll end up doing a goldkart (on ur car seat) on the highway. That'd be quite fun, as long as you can make sure the car seat's not riding you.

Anyway, in the same day, i got another horrible experience with cab drivers. They fucking discriminate. Most of them only pick up only CBD destinations..wtf. They shud be sent to ISA

They dont stop where you can get on their back seats... they stop so they wind down their driver seat windows and look straight at you. One spitted before he said anything - man, you're a disgusting gay pig.

"Pergi mana?!?!" ... like he drives the only car in the world and you desperately need a lift.

"Fuck off"

You get that repeatedly for like 20 minutes, and you're standing under the sun right next to a fucking 10 lane highway... what a bitch.

So i decided to entertain myself... I Twitpiced. Zoomed into a wicked lookin Mini showroom and Tweeted it. Same thing i did to a building in front of me and very soon, i took a picture of all the buildings surrounding me. Still no taxi.

So i walked back into the building lobby and not because im still giving Public Cab the benefit of the doubt, it was because i didnt know who else to call, i called Public Cab.

And they still havent call me back yet. It's almost bed time now.

Anyway, fuck the taxi service in the Klang Valley. What a disgrace