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Creepy taxi journeys you've taken

thelad95

Have you ever been on a taxi journey that really freaked you out? I've had a couple:

The first was on a night out in Waterford on the August bank holiday weekend last summer. Me and my girlfriend were finding it impossible to get a taxi, but we eventually hailed one down. The driver actually did a dangerous manoeuvre to collect us, doing a blind turnabout and nearly getting rear ended by another taxi who he reversed in front of. I was pretty drunk so didn't really care, but my girlfriend was pretty hesitant about getting in the car. On the way home (about a 5 minute drive) he broke two red lights and nearly crashed into a ditch when turning right. When he eventually dropped us off, my girlfriend was visibly shaken and told me there was a clear smell of alcohol off his breath when she was paying him and what was even more creepy was that he had no taxi driver ID photo in the front of the car which is usually the norm. It was only the following morning I realised how weird the journey was.

I have two tales in Dublin city, one a little scarier than the other. The first was Halloween just past, got taxi on harcourt street and asked to be taken to whitworth road near Drumcondra railway station. The driver was a foreign national and just nodded his head. The simplest route was up o'Connell street then parnell street, Dorset street and finally turn left onto whitworth road. Needless to say we were pretty pissed off when we ended up on Jones road beside Croke Park! When we asked why he bought us this way, he said he didn't know Drumcondra very well and could we direct him from where we were. Naturally, we just said **** that we would walk, it was at this stage that he started getting incredibly aggressive saying we'd screwed him out of his proper fare, and demanded we get back in the car. We started walking away from him and towards the Croke park hotel hoping he'd f/ck off, it was only when my friend rang the guards and put it on loudspeaker that he fücked off. His parting words were "I know where you live" and the scary thing is he genuinely had our address! I only remembered afterwards that on harcourt street, our party of 7 split into two cabs and originally we were gonna send three girls off with this guy but one of them was slow coming out, so the others got a different taxi to their house and we got in this one!

The other creepy story was actually to the same address. The driver was Chinese but everything looked legit, he had the proper ID etc. in the car and he knew exactly where he was going but the weird thing is he didn't say a single word or nod his head for the entire journey. When it came to paying the fare, all he did was point at the meter, and didn't say thanks or nod his head or anything, just stared straight ahead after I gave him the fare. I just found his sheer lack of emotion really creepy but then again given some of the shïte Irish taxi drivers talk, I nearly wish there were more like him around!

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lc180

I once got in a taxi in Dublin after a night out and the driver didn't talk, not once, not even to share his opinion on other taximen from a certain African country.

That creeped the f**k outta me.

sdanseo

A "taxi" driver fell asleep at the wheel and almost killed us once. Shouted loudly and he swerved just in time to avoid hitting a parked car.

Tried to report him to the regulator the next day and lo and behold, no such licence number exists.

The Backwards Man

Every taxi journey I've ever been on.

[Deleted User]

Stepped out of Heuston Station one day and went as you do to the first cab in the queue.
"How much to the airport" I asked.
"20 notes" says the driver.
"Too much" I reply. "Haven't actually got that much money, will you drive me there for a blow job?"
"No. Now fcuk off out of my cab you scum bag!"

So I went down to the second driver to see if he was any more sympathetic.
Same story. "How much? 20 quid! Blow job? Move on, bud!"

Ended up with the last cab in the line so my options were getting slim. Asked the price, driver says twenty, and I reply "yes! 20 is perfect! A fair price, so let's go!"

Jump in the back seat, drive past all the other drivers still waiting in line, and wave at them out the window giving the thumbs up, pointing at the back of the driver's head, and making the blow job gesture out the window at them

magentis

Thats a new one :pac:

Car99

[Deleted User] wrote: »

Stepped out of Heuston Station one day and went as you do to the first cab in the queue.
"How much to the airport" I asked.
"20 notes" says the driver.
"Too much" I reply. "Haven't actually got that much money, will you drive me there for a blow job?"
"No. Now fcuk off out of my cab you scum bag!"

So I went down to the second driver to see if he was any more sympathetic.
Same story. "How much? 20 quid! Blow job? Move on, bud!"

Ended up with the last cab in the line so my options were getting slim. Asked the price, driver says twenty, and I reply "yes! 20 is perfect! A fair price, so let's go!"

Jump in the back seat, drive past all the other drivers still waiting in line, and wave at them out the window giving the thumbs up, pointing at the back of the driver's head, and making the blow job gesture out the window at them

You didn't have the €20 , did you mister

Whitewinged

A while ago we were in a taxi and had had a few drinks. I was sat in the front seat and we asked the taxi man to turn the radio up a little because there was a good song on. He turned it up full volume, which seemed to trigger him to then start driving like a maniac. He got a little bit excited or something and started talking and repeating himself, something about money, waving his arms out the window. We got to our destination and paid him. He started shouting out of the car "gimme the money, gimme the money". We were like "eh ooookay". That sobered me up anyway.

pappyodaniel

Whitewinged wrote: »

A while ago we were in a taxi and had had a few drinks. I was sat in the front seat and we asked the taxi man to turn the radio up a little because there was a good song on. He turned it up full volume, which seemed to trigger him to then start driving like a maniac. He got a little bit excited or something and started talking and repeating himself, something about money, waving his arms out the window. We got to our destination and paid him. He started shouting out of the car "gimme the money, gimme the money". We were like "eh ooookay". That sobered me up anyway.

Was Busta Rhymes on the radio?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oWpXB-dRAA

Whitewinged

pappyodaniel wrote: »

Was Busta Rhymes on the radio?]

Haha, no I said a good song

Red Kev

thelad95 wrote: »

The other creepy story was actually to the same address. The driver was Chinese but everything looked legit, he had the proper ID etc. in the car and he knew exactly where he was going but the weird thing is he didn't say a single word or nod his head for the entire journey. When it came to paying the fare, all he did was point at the meter, and didn't say thanks or nod his head or anything, just stared straight ahead after I gave him the fare. I just found his sheer lack of emotion really creepy but then again given some of the shïte Irish taxi drivers talk, I nearly wish there were more like him around!

lc180 wrote: »

I once got in a taxi in Dublin after a night out and the driver didn't talk, not once, not even to share his opinion on other taximen from a certain African country.

That creeped the f**k outta me.

They sound like my idea of a taxi driver. You don't have their numbers by any chance?

seamus

sugarman wrote: »

Same trip, reverse journey. Taxi driver had clearly been boozing. Was all over the place.

Reminds me of my brother's wedding in Italy. Castle in rural Italy, winding roads with hairpin bends. A few guests were staying in B&Bs outside of the hotel, so we'd asked the hotel to get in touch with a taxi so they could bring people back.
One couple wanted to go back to the B&B after dinner and then come back again (freshen up I suppose).
The taxi driver drove them both ways and asked if they'd need a lift to the B&B again later. Yep, of course.

So they get to the castle and the taxi driver gets out of the car and joins in with the wedding reception - boozing and dancing. He drives them home around 3am, pissed out of his brains.

messrs

Mine was a long time ago but i've never forgotten it! It was around Christmas time and was getting taxi home on my own, only free taxi in the rank was a man known for been creepy so I should have known better but I was tired and wanted to go home so got in. Anyway we were heading towards my house ( about 20 min drive) and this report comes on the radio about a young woman been raped & murdered & driver said to me, its awful that poor young woman been murdered, and I said yes, its terrible, also terrible that she was raped aswell - He then stops the car and turns round to me ( I was in the back seat) and said, ah well I wouldn't mind her been raped, sure men have needs and if she wasn't going to let him, sure what was he supposed to do!! I actually thought id never get home!

mailforkev

Over ten years ago in London I was out with a group of mates and we needed transport after a night on the sauce.

One of the lads managed to get a minivan driver in an old people carrier of some sort to stop illegally for us. Great, we thought, enough seats for us all.

Only problem was that the 6th and 7th seats were just fold out garden chairs in the boot. Those lads had a slidey journey home.

Scariest journey was in a Hi-ace from Glaslough to Monaghan town at a stag years ago. It was a minibus with proper seats but the suspension was shagged. The local fella driving us was a maniac, Colin McRae at his best wouldn't have kept on him. Proper lawless border county moonshine run stuff.

Sunnyisland

I got out to taxi outside the Airport and on the journey home the driver said nothing about Nigeria, or its drivers,or there brothers, I was shocked.

Hank Scorpio

My brother had a job interview in Stoke of all places a few years back. I went over with him as he was fairly young. On the last night there we went on the piss and ended up in some random nightclub that ended up being fairly dodgy. I spent our last few quid on a lap dance regrettably and started walking back to the small hostel/hotel place but got lost along the way ending up in the middle of no where.

We spot a police station and being drunk decide to go in and ask for directions. Before we can there's 2 cops outside giving a massive bollicking to a taxi driver with a 6 seater. We tell your man we have euros but no sterling back at the place to pay him and hop in. During the usual bs drunk talking he turns on this really weird music that sounds like something from a 80's porno flick and said out of no where "I'm gay lads". I`ll never forget it. He goes on to ask if me and my brother want to keep the party going on in the hotel and mentions he has condoms and lube in car.

I tell him "Nah you're grand". I run inside to find any euro change lying around I can cause we were broke at this stage. My brother was left alone with him for probably 3 minutes. I come back out, say thanks for the lift and pay him with whatever change I found. I wish I could remember more about the conversation in the car but it was ages ago, but at least I managed to avoid a threesome with my brother and a random taxi driver. I always wonder why his Taxi ended up in the cop station.

MillField

A few years ago I was coming home from a night out in Dublin. I was in my second year of college and hadn't much money left so I decided to walk home. (Harcourt St to Rathgar, stupid idea.) Anyway I was about halfway there and a taxi driver pulled up next to me asking did I want a lift. I told him I didnt have any money on me so he said ah no bother its quiet I'll drop you home. Like the innocent country lad I was I thought this lad is awful sound and in I hopped!

He pulled into a petrol station just up the road and gave me a tenner and asked me to buy him some cigarettes. I went ahead and did that, thinking it was a bit strange. He must have sensed that I was getting a bit edgy because he turned around and said "Don't worry I'm not going to rape you" ! At this stage I was getting worried so when we got near where I lived at the time I said "Thats grand thanks I live just here". He said "Do you want to do a lap or drive around for a while?" Needless to say I never left a car as quick in my life!

It could have been completely innocent but I still think twice about walking anywhere after a night out since.

Bunny Colvin

Deleted User wrote: »

Stepped out of Heuston Station one day and went as you do to the first cab in the queue.
"How much to the airport" I asked.
"20 notes" says the driver.
"Too much" I reply. "Haven't actually got that much money, will you drive me there for a blow job?"
"No. Now fcuk off out of my cab you scum bag!"

So I went down to the second driver to see if he was any more sympathetic.
Same story. "How much? 20 quid! Blow job? Move on, bud!"

Ended up with the last cab in the line so my options were getting slim. Asked the price, driver says twenty, and I reply "yes! 20 is perfect! A fair price, so let's go!"

Jump in the back seat, drive past all the other drivers still waiting in line, and wave at them out the window giving the thumbs up, pointing at the back of the driver's head, and making the blow job gesture out the window at them

Post of the year

MilesMorales1

Well la di da mr I can afford to take a taxi.

Agricola

Deleted User wrote: »

Stepped out of Heuston Station one day and went as you do to the first cab in the queue.
"How much to the airport" I asked.
"20 notes" says the driver.
"Too much" I reply. "Haven't actually got that much money, will you drive me there for a blow job?"
"No. Now fcuk off out of my cab you scum bag!"

So I went down to the second driver to see if he was any more sympathetic.
Same story. "How much? 20 quid! Blow job? Move on, bud!"

Ended up with the last cab in the line so my options were getting slim. Asked the price, driver says twenty, and I reply "yes! 20 is perfect! A fair price, so let's go!"

Jump in the back seat, drive past all the other drivers still waiting in line, and wave at them out the window giving the thumbs up, pointing at the back of the driver's head, and making the blow job gesture out the window at them

Thanks for a great LOL on a bleak January Tuesday!

[Deleted User]

When I was a teenager of about 16 I worked in Eddie Rockets in Blanch. This one particular day we were over staffed and Tallaght was understaffed so I was sent over there for the day. So they got me a taxi and down the M50 I go with this typical Dub fella who was in his 30's I'd say.

Taxi man: Is there any blacks working in your place?

Me: Blacks? Like black people? Yeah, a couple of girls, one is Jamaician. She's great fun.

Taxi man: Them bleeding Nigerians are f*ckin awful drivers, wha'?

Me: (uninterested) Are they?

Taxi man : Wouldnt ya just love to kill a n*gger with an axe pal? Like split his head right open.

Me: Eh yeah stop the car, I'll walk from here.

Absolute creep.

pgj2015

messrs wrote: »

Mine was a long time ago but i've never forgotten it! It was around Christmas time and was getting taxi home on my own, only free taxi in the rank was a man known for been creepy so I should have known better but I was tired and wanted to go home so got in. Anyway we were heading towards my house ( about 20 min drive) and this report comes on the radio about a young woman been raped & murdered & driver said to me, its awful that poor young woman been murdered, and I said yes, its terrible, also terrible that she was raped aswell - He then stops the car and turns round to me ( I was in the back seat) and said, ah well I wouldn't mind her been raped, sure men have needs and if she wasn't going to let him, sure what was he supposed to do!! I actually thought id never get home!

Did you report him? I hope you did.

Ally Dick

Was in Sunny Beach Bulgaria, staying at the Hotel Karlova. Went for a walk around the resort on the day I arrived. Got a bit lost. Decided to take a taxi back to the hotel. The taxi driver spent about twenty minutes driving around, and pulled up outside a completely different hotel called the Hotel Karlovo. I told him it wasn't the right one, but his English was poor, and he was getting a bit bolshy so I paid him and got out. Looked around me. Didn't have a clue where I was. So decided to walk around and try and find out where I was staying. Locals hadn't a clue when I asked them where the hotel might be. Eventually after about a four mile walk, found the hotel by fluke, in the dark, and went to bed exhausted. The next morning, I was out on the balcony having a look around....and there was the Hotel Karlovo right beside the Hotel Karlova......

c_man

One in particular stands out as "creepy", got a taxi home after a night out. The driver never acknowledged me, kept a weird grip on the wheel. Half way home we start passing some other people out walking home, he looks at every girl along the way (his only head movement so far) saying stuff like "slut," "whore," and "the state of her, glad I never had a daughter". Basically every girl we saw got her own horrible comment.

RainyDay

I really hope these cases are being reported to the regulator and/or Gardai. Turn on your phone camera and record the comments etc of the driver.

anto9

^>>I really hope these cases are being reported to the regulator <<The stazzi are alive and well in dear old Ireland .God save us .

c_man

RainyDay wrote: »

I really hope these cases are being reported to the regulator and/or Gardai. Turn on your phone camera and record the comments etc of the driver.

If I was to record everything dodgy a taxi driver has said... c'mon man, my phone only has 64 gigs of storage.

Chancer3001

One lad was a fecker.

Driving up the country road to my house, there was a cute little.bunny scampering up the road.

Oh there's a rabbit says I

Vroooooom. Ass clown speeds up, chases it down and drives over it.

Fcuk me. Thanks god we were only 2 minutes from my house

tt2014

many years ago in my early 20's I was coming out of a bar on leeson street and hailed a taxi, i asked him to take me to ranelagh and got in, i noticed i left my wallet in the club and as i had already reached home i explained what happened and id get the rest of the money inside- i had loose change at the bottom of my bag so i was .50c short. He said no fvcking way are you getting out- so needless to say i hopped out before he locked the door, he got out after me and pushed me against a wall and went to punch me (please note im a girl) a bouncer had noticed what was going on and had managed to pull him off me before he broke my jaw, i just ran. the following day i went up to the pub where the bouncer was and we had a chat about what happened, apparently after I left the taxi driver went on a rant about how he hated women and we were all just stupid whores and i was asking for it...i was just terrified and too scared to report it, i have never gotten a taxi by myself since, whats concerning is that hes still out there

MadsL

Prague in the 90s was notorious for sketchy rip-off taxi drivers. Drive the tourists round and round the block for twenty minutes for a 3 minute journey kinda thing. Black electrical tape over the fare rate was another favourite.

Living there and having a bit of Czech sometimes helped, but inevitably there was an argument about the fare; usually insisting on a receipt sorted it out as you could then complain to the regulator about overcharging, no receipt meant you legally did not have to pay. Eventually you could pay a little over the regular fare and get no receipt rather than what was being extorted out of you.

A couple of journeys stand out.

1. Negotiated the fare and hopped in, meter is screaming and I got close to where I was going when I see that we are up to three times what we had agreed. I argue and get shown the drivers pistol in his glove box. :eek:

2. I lived a fair distance from the city, in a small village on the outskirts of Prague. The Nightbus would drop me about a mile from home but usually a cheap taxi ride the rest - a bit of czech chat and all was fine. I had two girls move in as flatmates and they constantly complained about what they were charged (they had no Czech at all) so one night I decided to head home with them. I purposely said nothing as we got in and sure enough they were asked for four times the actual fare.

At this point I speak up and tell the guy
"OK, that's too much but give me a receipt and we'll pay it"
"I don't have a receipt pad" he says
"Fine", I say, "that legally means we don't have to pay you anything, Goodnight!" and I open the door.
"Wait!" he says "I'll call the cops!"
"Good" I say "You can explain why you won't give us a receipt"
At this point he drives off, with my door still open - I hold it open for the entire way back to where we started. It's about -20C so his taxi is getting nice and chilly. We get back to where we started and he fecks us out of the taxi.
We get into a civilized taxi driver's car twenty seconds later and have a pleasant chat and a normal fare home.

I wonder why taxi drivers behave like assholes when it only causes them more hassle.

arybvtcw0eolkf

I got a taxi in Israel and asked to be taken to Rosh Hanikra on the Israeli/Lebanese border.

But apparently my heavy Dublin accent comes across as 'Russian Negro' [Rosh Hanikra] and I was taken to a whorehouse very close to the border lol