More bad

It was only during dinner this evening, on the floor of G's newly renovated place, that Wahj commented that I seem to be having really arsed luck with cabbies recently.

Well. While the missus and I weren't sure if the cabbie who drove us to HV this evening was dozing off at the wheel, I was pretty fuckin' sure that the cabbie driving us back from the same place was. In fact, he dozed off completely at one point.

On the PIE.

Near the Toa Payoh exit.

The cab slowed down from about 90 km/h to about 35 km/h before I realised what was happening. Then, to my horror, I saw his eyes in the rear view mirror and they were closed.

Closed!

I helpfully kicked him in the kidneys through his seat and woke him. And after that, he was drifting in and out of consciousness. It was pretty darn amazing that we got out of the cab in one piece. I was half expecting some other moron to hit us while we're stalled on the expressway, our cabbie asleep at the wheel.

Then we get to the Eunos exit and hmm, "Eh, sorry lah. Forgot to start the meter."

You know what, it's ok. Just get us back home and I'll be generous [read: so fuckin' grateful] and pay you the usual fare with the midnight surcharge.

I'd, in fact, keyed his license plate number on my mobile so I could write about his crappy driving (the usual, excessive braking combined with the jamming on the accelerator) before the whole sleeping thing.

Just as well then. So, driver of SHB 6018 E, please get more coffee before you take your next night shift. I'd hate to be the passenger who'd have to deal with you next.