13 Freaky Cab Stories

Disclaimer: These stories are not for the faint hearted nor the sensitive. They are edgy, almost offensive and full of London's everyday spoken language, whether fair or foul. They depict sexual shenanigans, racial tension, millennial drug abuse as well as aggression and violence. Read at your own discretion. About Me: For the time being, I primarily work as a night shift cab driver in London, and unless I lived the experiences, I wouldn't believe what some people do! I am often thought of as an invisible, deaf and dumb person sitting in the driver's seat, which allows me to see people without their filters. I meet thousands of people, their being for the duration of the cab ride, raw and unrefined. With their mental guard resting from the burden of societal duty towards being an acceptable part to an inescapable whole, in the safe zone of the backseat of my cab where there's no inclination or obligation to impress or fear the cab driver, some delinquents unleash the full force of their inner singularity, which enriches me with some pretty freaky memories to share with you. About The Stories: These are a select few stories from the thousands of journeys I do each year. 70 to 80% of rides are standard hello - hi, and then a bye with a bit of silence or radio in between, and that's fine. Then you really enjoy about 20 to 30% of the jobs which almost feels like sitting in a bar having a blast with random folks, so much so, you feel guilty charging them, coz the fun you're having makes tedious traffic feel like a breeze that whisked by. Then you get 1 to 5% of riders who have an insatiable itch tormenting their souls. Their horrible personalities; a reflection of their deprivation from being loved or appreciated. Their negative energy, an attempt to conceal their insecurities and inabilities. And then from the zero point zero something percent of rides, I present to you these 13 stories, coz they are a whole breed of their own. About You: Go on now, get in on the gossip