| Amount of texts to »Taxi« | 34, and there are 32 texts (94.12%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 167 Characters |
| Average Rating | 1.882 points, 4 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Mar 29th 2000, 02:28:40 wrote Dragan about Taxi |
| Latest text | on Mar 5th 2010, 00:39:05 wrote Ronja about Taxi |
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on Aug 25th 2004, 07:29:29 wrote
on Dec 23rd 2000, 11:26:22 wrote
on Jul 17th 2002, 12:01:35 wrote |
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.....
Riding a taxi cab is far too expensive. Riding the bus is cheaper, but you are not allowed to talk to the driver.
I heard recently that the driving a taxi is one of the most dangerous jobs.
since it is now april 16 and i live in the US. i have filed my taxes with the IRS. i do not have to think about taxes anymore for awhile, and instead can think of more interesting things, such as travel. travel to most cities in the world involves at least occasional taxi rides. in some places this is a pleasure; the taxi driver speaks at least a little of some language that you also speak at least a little of, and she or (usually) he is happy to talk to you and point out interesting sites/sights. if you are even a little lucky this person will take you to your destination safely, and by a more or less direct route.
then there are the others.
Dani Davito, Taxi bars (English chocolate) being moved while being talked at. Yellow in New York, Black in London. »The Knowledge«. Tight turning circles. Stupid but knowledgable drivers – like philosophers educated far beyond their capacity for analytical thought (quote from Richard Dawkins in the endnotes of »The Selfish Gene«).
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.
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