Helloo Cabbie (Part Deux)

If you have read my Helloo Cabbie blog, you will then understand the dread when I had to flag the same cab again. Truth be told, I have been waiting for 15 minutes in the hot sun and was about to give up hopes of flagging a cab off the side of the road.

Along came this shiny silver cab and I thought he wouldn't stop coz he was in the centre lane. I just raised my arm and flagged for him when I saw he had no passenger in his cab. When he switched lanes to stop for me, I looked in and had to force a smile for my driver for today was none other than terror cabbie.

Anyways, when I stepped into the cab, his first words to me were: 我以为你在搞失踪 (Roughly translated to mean that he hasn't seen me around for awhile now). Resigned, I had to give him a smile for he was afterall, my shining scrap metal for this evening.

He started talking in dialect to me today. Sigh. Which part of me indicates that I can speak dialect well? I was forced to intersperse my broken dialect with mandarin and English.

He then asked if I imbibed alcohol, to which I promptly said no. I had a sinking feeling where this conversation was leading to. He then said in an off-the-cuff manner that he was thinking of asking me out for drinks. (Incidentally, my colleagues are planning a drink session tomorrow)

I firmly added that I didn't drink which to some extent is true. I don't enjoy alcohol for a variety of reasons these days.

When I finally arrived at my destination, he said: 跟你很好 keng leh (it is always pleasant to talk to you!) afterwhich he gave me meaningful stares from his rearview mirror. I think he was waiting for me to respond or even give him my telephone number. This is the same cabbie that is probably nearing his 50s?I gave a faint forced smile, paid him and ran for my life.

No, cabbie is not a menace or a stalker. But I dislike his advances. I dislike it even more that someone as old as him think Im fodder for his age group. Ok truth be told, perhaps I even dislike him thinking that he and I could be friends. We have absolutely nothing in common and c'mon, I seriously cannot forsee myself having a friend of his age group. I feel insulted somehow. Yes, I agree I am being extremely superficial but then again, I have never been one to join the picket line for equal rights and the no-caste system.

I was sighing in exasperation when I suddenly thought of my earlier blog Meeting The One . Good Lord... if this is what is in store for me, then let's END IT HERE AND NOW.

I can only pray now that he doesn't take it upon himself to actually ask for my number. Please no Mr Cabbie. Don't even go there.