When taxi chat goes wrong!

Personally I love the term ‘battle of the sexes’ to me it conjures up images akin to ‘Clash of the Titans’ or ‘Spartacus’ etc…it just seems a little dramatic because it ain’t no battle, just more of a little scuffle…the scuffle of the sexes? A little rough-housing of the sexes? I mean it’s so typical of society to over do it with terminology…I think the battle only started after the phrase was coined…the power of suggestion perhaps?

But all that aside, I do enjoy the observing the real differences between the sexes, and they are just differences…no one need raise a weapon and declare war once differences have been noted. I know this is probably a massive generalisation and I do not meant to offend any of my 6 blog followers ha-ha…in fact I know you all so you can just call me if you have a problem with it.

Take for example the taxi ride and the way it differs between the sexes…

Men: Will hop into a taxi and after telling the driver where he would like to go, settles into a conversation with the taxi driver about oh lets see…anything! And before you know Sir Chat-a-lot appears which is funny considering you can barely get these guys to say more then ‘uh-uh’ at home.



Women: Will hop onto taxi, tell driver where they’d like to go and then she settles in to either make a call, send a text, apply lipstick, go through handbag, adjust tights, fix hair…we don’t just start talking to the driver. The only time you can’t shut us up is when we are in the taxi with friends etc, then Lady Chat-a-lot emerges.

Of course there are occasional exceptions to this rule (there has to be as I could be deemed as being sexists and then consequently sued for defamation of the sexes) but generally I gotta say, this is how it goes, and before you ask, I have spoken to more than one bloke about this and asked why and they all say the same thing “well wouldn’t you want someone to talk to when you’ve been driving around by yourself all day?” Hmmmm interesting comment considering my above point...funny how they don’t quite offer the same consideration to their partners who may have spoken to noone all day and would like a chat?

Now this leads me nicely into a friends experience of what can happen when taxi chat goes wrong? So she and her fella jump into a taxi to take them to a restaurant she’s been dying to try for ages. The ‘fella’ does what he always does, strikes up a conversation with the taxi driver, after many minutes of bonding chat, the driver pipes up and says that he’s always wanted to go to that restaurant too… …you see where this is going can’t you?
The problem now is that the taxi driver and the ‘fella’ have a rapport! oh yes indeed they have really bonded, at which point the ‘fella’ leans over and whispers into her ear “…it would be rude not to invite him to dinner too, don’t you think?” before she can say anything the invitation is out there, the driver ‘graciously’ accepts the invitation and then she finds the words that got stuck in her throat just seconds earlier…”you w***er! This is why I tell you not to talk to the taxi drivers”!!

And what a jolly evening they had (!?)…
I have always meant to ask them  if they got a ‘lift’ home after dinner or did he still put the meter on? ...

...."you talkin' to me????????"   ( This is definately not the type of taxi driver you want to invite to dinner)