Creepy taxi journeys you've taken

Elora Damaged Tannery wrote: »

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

That'll do says you.

I got into a taxi on St.Stephen's Green, and in typical Dub fashion, the driver without me even prompting him started going on about how much he loves his job, how he's his own boss and no one tells him what to do.

"Take a right here lad", says I in reply.

Got a taxi to the airport in Toronto - taxi driver was nuts, nearly killed us all several times with crazy overtaking manoeuvres and blowing the horn at any poor misfortunate that blocked his path in any way. Then he turned around while he was on the freeway(?) in about four lanes of traffic, driving about 100mph and stared at us in the backseat and said "So, are any of your parents professionals?".

Ally Dick wrote: »

Ha ha ha. The gardai are in the station eating doughnuts and playing darts. They don't have time for all this

yes because its the Guards fault that some taxi drivers are seriously unsuitable to be a taxi driver. The Guards in do thankless job but do it very well in my opinion.

I was on a working holiday visa in Australia about 30 years ago. I went to Adelaide where, to my amazement, I got a job as a licensed taxi driver even though I didn't know a single street in the city.

My first day on the job I decided to drive to the airport and wait in line for a fare. When it was my turn, a guy comes out the terminal, throws his bags in the trunk and gives me the address of his uncle to drive to. I tell him that I've only just arrived in Australia from UK and don't know where anything is. He tells me he is from UK as well and it turns out he lived a few streets from me in London.Then I give him the street atlas of Adelaide and asked him to sort out the best route, which he did and we eventually got to his uncle's house.

I suppose he had a strange taxi ride...

Got in a taxi ouside Heuston station a few years back. I was about 21 at the time and the driver was around early 30's and from Dublin. I hadn't even my seatbelt strapped when he starts on with "I've waited my whole life for you to get in my car". I obviously thought he was just making a joke but it continued from Heuston to Rathmines with him telling me I was his dream girl and what would he have to do to get me on his arm etc. And then he made a comment about how I was bringing him back to my house before we even had a date. Obviously not the worst of stories but he really creeped me out. I even told him the wrong house number so he wouldn't know where I lived. Absolute weirdo!

Another time I was in a taxi with a Nigerian driver who was probably in his forties and he spent the whole entire time talking about how he was drinking red bull because it keeps him up all night for all the sex he gets while working. Then he asked me if I had a boyfriend and when I said yes he asked me if my boyfriend drinks red bull and if it makes him a better lover. Creepy!!! I was actually about 10 weeks pregnant at the time and just couldn't wait to get away from this sleaze ball!

Only ever had one creepy experience in a taxi, but it was enough to do me a lifetime. I was 17, maybe 16, at the time and I was just after getting the last train up to Dublin so the only option at the time was to get a taxi to where I needed to go. Just my luck, there's one outside the station waiting. I jump into the back, tell him to drop me at Donnybrook, and we set off on the trip. About 5 minutes in he asks me do I smoke, I say yes and he tells me I can smoke if I jump into the front. Being that I've been on a train for hours I'm only too happy to take him up on the offer and jump into the front beside him. Few minutes go by, quietly enjoying my smoke and he asks me if I'm gay or straight. I better describe him at this point, built like a bodybuilder, late 30's and bald. Look's like the kind of guy who could rip me in half without breaking a sweat.

I tell him I'm straight and the mood has changed considerable since he asked the question, "That's a shame". I'm weirded out at this point and wishing I stayed put in the back seat. He goes to ask me a bunch more questions, have I ever experimented with a man, what do I prefer boobs or ass, I say boobs, knowing I'd be going down the wrong path if I said ass and he goes on to tell me how most men love asses more, that I'm a strange one, and a bunch more sexually themed questions. While he's asking me all these I can see out the corner of my eye that he has one hand down in between his legs and he's rubbing himself slowly, it was at that point that I was full sure I was getting raped!! The journey goes on like that for a while, him asking me more bizarre questions and offering me smokes, which I took because I was too worried to decline and tell him I had my own.

Then he pulls over, I'm looking around, no idea where the hell we are. "Here we are, Donnybrook" My eyes roll back into my head when I realize the mistake I made. I was so tired I said Donnybrook instead of Donnycarney, which in itself would have been a pain in the balls, but being driven around by this guy just made the whole thing worse. In fairness to him once I said it to him he cancelled the fare and turned the meter back to zero which was nice of him, but it gave him another 20 minutes or so to get his questions out and try to convince me to come out with him for a few drinks that weekend while he rubs himself raw at the thought of it. When we finally get to the right Donny, I pay him, say thanks again for scratching off the meter and go to open the door, it's locked. He keeps me in the car for another few minutes while he tells me to take his number, makes me give him mine(a fake one), and tells me to message him in the morning! Put me off taking Taxis for a while.

Ibiza a few years ago. Got off the plane. First time there. Queue for the rank mustve been about 3 plane loads long. A guy in arrivals says to me and my mate 'taxi?' We said yeah nice one. His "taxi" is in the car park. Immediately i smell a rat but proceed. Mate sat in front. I sat In the back and did the whole "stuff the money in the socks" trick. He was on his phone texting and calling the whole journey, anytime he wasnt he was asking us questions about our hollier. 'so just the 2 of you yeah?' He said. "Nope" was our answer, "we're meeting a crew of 15 in the hotel. They flew out on a flight last week. We're awful embarressd tho cause these boys are gym instructers and one is a world champion kick boxer and some are big footballers but we're not. So with all the training they do and their tans now we're gonna look like right spas" and we had a laugh. Then out of no where turns off the motorway. Now we're on a Dark back road. Me and my mate warm him about the waiting party of 15 athletic lads, one of whom is a kick boxer in the hotel who are expecting us shortly and who had to bring our money with them last week incase we spent it in dublin and couldnt enjoy our holiday. so we have €50 between us which is the fare of this taxi. He told us its ok, admitted he's a fake taxi and he just doesnt want to get stopped on the main road. Again we warm him. He takes a left at the cross roads. Shortly after a moped drives by and does a u-turn. I notice this and warn the driver ive noticed what is going on and we unbuckled our seat belts ready for action. He told us to relax he doesnt know the moped and that they come out here to race. (Dont know who he was racing tho, there was only 1) At this stage hes sending a text. The moped is still following until it pulls up beside us temporarily before speeding up and driving off. Never been so terrified in my life. We arrived safe im the hotel complete with the offer of some ketamine or ecstasy. He gave us his card and went on his way.

The story we told him about the lads waiting was half true. Their describtions gym instructers, kick boxer, footballers (under 21 inter county) was true. Them being there was not. They were coming out 3 days later. Thankfully he bought it.

Lollipops23 wrote: »

I was warned to be careful of taxis there before I went. I passed this warning on to friends I met there who were also new to the city. Apparently when they hear the accent they'll sometimes go in a big loop around to get a better fare, as they know you won't have a clue.

Fast forward to one night out shortly after I arrived- myself and one of my mates were getting a taxi home after a night out. Me being less than sober, fell asleep on his shoulder. About 10 mins into the journey I'm awoken by my mate yelling at the driver that he's going entirely the wrong direction and then telling him to pull over. He shook me awake and dragged me out of the car while telling the driver he was a crook. Driver didn't defend himself in any way, which makes me believe my mate was 100% right.

If only they could invent a device with GPS and map capabilities that would let us see the route we intend to take. Added functionality such as making / receiving calls would be a plus.

The days of wondering if you're being lead on a merry dance should be long gone.

Not creepy, but a year ago I had an accident in Abbey St. Dublin and had to rush to the A&E, I was thinking James's Hospital since I lived near it and it would have been easier going home after that.

So I hop in a cab and tell him to go to the hospital. Now, next to the A&E entrance there is the Luas station. What does he do? Instead of turning left to the A&E, he takes a left too early into the Luas station, we were with the cab on the tracks at the station level with people and a luas driver looking at us. https://goo.gl/maps/WiHWrpz4FxK2

With a Luas train in front of us ready to go, he simply backed out of it while saying "ahh s1ht happens, s1ht happens".