Taxi

I've always particularly admired the taxi-driver who turned to Bertrand Russell in the back of his cab and asked the perfectly legitimate question, »Well Guv, what's it all abaht then...?« And answer came there none. Never ask a philosopher, especially one who hasn't paid his fare yet.....

My associations with »taxi«
1)Taking a taxi/cab ride in New York is an experience everyone should get. You're never sure if the griver got your destination right. But not because of your pityful english, but because of his unknowledge concerning this language.
2) I don't have a car; and the last buses in my town (in my direction) are going at 20 to midnight.Normally, I would take my bike; but, honestly, the winters are too cold. I don't like the winters because then I have to take a taxicab quite often and that's SO EXPENSIVE!
3) There are two films that I associate with »taxi«: One is » Taxi« (or was it »Taxidriver«) by Luc Besson, which I didn't like. The other one is »Night on Earth«. This one is very interesting. The episode in New York pleases me most...

Riding a taxi cab is far too expensive. Riding the bus is cheaper, but you are not allowed to talk to the driver.

One fine autumn day in the spring, I was eating an apple in a taxi (and getting sick) when the crazy taxi driver pulled out a bottle of hot sauce and started drinking it. This was in L.A.
It probably would not happen in London or Berlin.

on Apr 18th 2000, 02:08:55, Jackson wrote the following about »Taxi«

»I heard recently that the driving a taxi is one of the most dangerous jobs. «

You would be right. I drove a taxi one summer during college and got held up twice. It's an interesting feeling having a gun held to the back of your head.
Bladder control suddenly becomes relatively unimportant.

Taxi to the airport – speed me there
taxi down the runway – taking off
taxi to the hotel – I don't know where I'm going
taxi to my heart – no detours here