Don´t share a Cab

Thank God it`s Friday!! Before you start in your weekend, please read the following. Maybe you can use the advice.

Well, some days ago I got invited to an event called “Oktoberfest” in Bottrop.  It´s not that kind of event I usually go when I make party. I don’t like the music, and I didn´t like the singer (Michael Wendler) who performed that night.  But I like beer in one liter glasses. Anyway, I got a V.I.P. invitation: free entrance, free drinks and free food. Honestly, you can`t sprout such an offer even if Cro, DJ Bobo or anyone else of these wannabe singers would have been on the stage. The food was ok, the beer was great and the little shot with 90 percent pure alcohol was great as well.

 But there is always the point you need to go home. After six hours of drinking I reached this point and I decided to go. I trundled out of the marquee like Felix Baumgartner did during his record jump. I took a look around and couldn´t find a cab. While I was calling for a cab two girls came by and they recognized that I live next to their place. Actually they were mother and daughter and everyone who´s thinking: “Yeah, mother and daughter, it´s gonna be a great after party!” Trust me, even after six days of drinking you wouldn´t have had this thought if you have seen them. Well, I said to myself: “The night was cheap (except of the 20 Jägermeister I bought for my party-parish), let`s share the cab to keep the rest of my money in my wallet.”(Destination: 8km)

  

While we were sitting in the cab, the mother tried to invite me to their place for one last beer, the daughter was really fucking wasted, but she wanted to make party further. Respect to that, but I denied. The daughter, let´s call her Amy, wanted to go to another place which was on our route home. Her cousin was there, allegedly!” No big deal. Let´s drop her out.” Afterwards I recognized how the mother, let`s call her Beate, looked at me. I really got terrified to sit in the cab only with her.

 When we arrived and everything was dark, she checked the address once more and noted that she can´t read anymore, I read the address and as I assumed we were at the wrong place. (Destination: 4km)

  

Amy started crying because she had to find her cousin. Until today I don’t know why.  – Remember, we were sitting in a cab with this little clock which is showing the time in Euros – However, we drove to the other address. (Destination: 10 km)

After our arrival at the right place, Amy bounced out of the cab. Beate didn’t even make a move and I knew that my fear was valid. So I sent her out to get her daughter back. She came back without her daughter. Obviously it was my turn to find Amy. After a small discussion with a guy, I convinced him and Amy to go home. Back in the cab, we finally drove home. On the way home Amy and Beate started to fight. They insulted each other like occupants in a maximum security prison and when we arrived at their place both of them jumped out of the cab and one ran left and the other one ran right. I didn´t get any cent like it´s the typical way when you a share cab.

 End of the story: 43 € for an 8 km distance

Advice: Don´t share a cab with strangers. Except you have enough money or you can run faster than the driver.

Have a great weekend