Taxis...can't live with'em..can't live withou'em

Had dinner with some guests from Malaysia tonight...was fun..well getting there wasn't. Imp and i hopped into a cab, and told him to take us to royal plaza on scotts...and the fella went a long big round before I realised he was headed to Crown Prince Hotel instead! tsk...

I so wanted to get out of that cab, but the cab situation was bad, so we stuck with him after picking up our guests and headed off to Boat Quay. After Dinner, we had a nice stroll down to Fullerton hotel to pick up a taxi. There was a queue.

Imp quickly got onto the phone to try and call one.

Lines were busy!

So we waited in line, and got into a nice big cabbie, which on the way back to the hotel, told me that he couldn't send me off after the hotel stop. He was heading to marine parade, which was SOOOO in the opposite direction! So i had to get off.

Now my guests, who were really nice and concerned when they saw like a HUNDRED people outside their hotel waiting for a cab...was so worried that i wouldn't be able to get on one...i knew they wouldn't let me wait alone, so i lied. I lied and told them i was getting something at Orchard road anyways, so it wouldn't be an issue for them and duly chased them back into their hotel rooms.

And then i went for the great cab hunt. It was 10pm, and the whole world was going home. All the cab queues snaked endlessly, and i kept on walking and walking. Damn! I had an opportunity to claim taxi fare all the way home..and guess what? NO taxis...

So i walked across the road to the MRT station. As i walked past the road, i saw busses jam-packed with people trying to get home. Now cabs weren't anywhere to be found, and busses are jam-packed and the trains? After a whole day on my stilettos, standing in a cramped train with really smelly people (it could have all been the result of irritation rather than actual odours at this point) really turned me off. but what could i do?

Oh MY GAWD!

I repeat. I'd rather be stuck in my own car, fully a/ced with music i'm happy to listen to, in a traffic jam, rather than shoved up next to another person's armpits, while the 'gentlemen' grab the seat right from under ur arse.

yeesh...

this is way beyond just about taxis...