It’s amazing how taxi drivers, when they talk, can build up a whole new category of friendship in your life. In the world we’re living in, we have different types of friends:- friends with benefits, colleagues, penpals, socialites or just ordinary friends. I guess I’ve opened up a new category of friendship with taxi drivers.
Call it nerves but I find it hard to relax in a taxi cab where there’s no conversation. Be the taxi driver suspicious looking or just normal looking, I’ve heard tales of taxi driver kidnapping their clients or just smuggling them and dropping them off in places. So, I intend to converse as much as I can with taxi drivers. I used to go to 50 street (a local bar where most ex-pats gather) bar a lot and there would be a driver who would always drop me home from the bar. It’s actually a gang of drivers sharing shifts. They call me the ‘general son’.
My suburb is known as the ‘general suburb’ cos it’s where the generals used to live when they were working but it’s more of like a ‘retired generals suburb’. That’s the only way I could tell a taxi cab to get to my place. Thus, the nickname was born.
Conversations with taxi drivers have been quite random. People’s eyes popping off from heat, foreigners in Burma, learning piano, the society attitude on the country, latest music trends, good movies to watch, real ghost stories and just many more. It’s also pretty weird yet fun to philosophize from things they talk about. I just love listening to people’s stories and their point of views. It kinda broadens my own mind and kinda make me not feel so angry with the world or whatever it is that I would keep questioning about. It also feels good to know that I’m not the only one in the same boat as some taxi drivers are on it when it comes to stories I can relate to.
Driving home from a dinner with BigSis , it’s nice to be the general son in the taxi driver gang. They do converse about interesting things. Beats work meetings hahaha.
Call it nerves but I find it hard to relax in a taxi cab where there’s no conversation. Be the taxi driver suspicious looking or just normal looking, I’ve heard tales of taxi driver kidnapping their clients or just smuggling them and dropping them off in places. So, I intend to converse as much as I can with taxi drivers. I used to go to 50 street (a local bar where most ex-pats gather) bar a lot and there would be a driver who would always drop me home from the bar. It’s actually a gang of drivers sharing shifts. They call me the ‘general son’.
My suburb is known as the ‘general suburb’ cos it’s where the generals used to live when they were working but it’s more of like a ‘retired generals suburb’. That’s the only way I could tell a taxi cab to get to my place. Thus, the nickname was born.
Conversations with taxi drivers have been quite random. People’s eyes popping off from heat, foreigners in Burma, learning piano, the society attitude on the country, latest music trends, good movies to watch, real ghost stories and just many more. It’s also pretty weird yet fun to philosophize from things they talk about. I just love listening to people’s stories and their point of views. It kinda broadens my own mind and kinda make me not feel so angry with the world or whatever it is that I would keep questioning about. It also feels good to know that I’m not the only one in the same boat as some taxi drivers are on it when it comes to stories I can relate to.
Driving home from a dinner with BigSis , it’s nice to be the general son in the taxi driver gang. They do converse about interesting things. Beats work meetings hahaha.
Listening to: Avril Lavigne – What the hell
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