Taxis Quotes

“When a woman didn't enjoy it, she leaves early in the morning. Those who had a nice time will wait until the sun comes out, requests breakfast and taxi money. In the morning that lady requested breakfast and taxi money. You don't ask for taxi money from somebody who raped you.”
― Julius Malema

“Egyptians undergo an odd personality change behind the wheel of a car. In every other setting, aggression and impatience are frowned upon. The unofficial Egyptian anthem "Bokra, Insha'allah, Malesh" (Tomorrow, God Willing, Never Mind) isn't just an excuse for laziness. In a society requiring millennial patience, it is also a social code dictating that no one make too much of a fuss about things. But put an Egyptian in the driver's seat and he shows all the calm and consideration of a hooded swordsman delivering Islamic justice.”
― Tony Horwitz, Baghdad without a Map and Other Misadventures in Arabia

“(on the Pip and Squeak asking for a taxi tip)
"How about a tip?"
"Here's a tip," I said. "Next time you're at the library, check out a book about a champion of the world."
"By that author with all the chocolate?"
"Yes, but this one's even better It has some very good chapters in it."
"That's the kind of tip we can use," Squeak said. "Pip reads to me between fares.”
― Lemony Snicket, Who Could That Be at This Hour?

“I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life”
― Frank O'Hara

“Glawen alighted, removed his luggage from the bin while Maxen sat drumming his fingers on the wheel. Glawen paid the standard fee, which Maxen accepted with raised eyebrows. “And the gratuity?”
Glawen slowly turned to stare into the driver’s compartment.
“Did you help me load my luggage?”
“No, but -”
“Did you help me unload it?”
“By the same token -”
“Did you not tell me that I was inbred and eccentric, and probably weak-minded?”
“That was a joke.”
“Now can you guess the location of your gratuity?”
“Yes. Nowhere.”
“Quite right.”
“Hoity-toity!” murmured Maxen, and drove quickly away, elbows stylishly high.”
― Jack Vance, Araminta Station

“The taxis in New York are a total nightmare. I don’t know how anybody tolerates them, and I am not complaining about the eviscerated seats, the shitty shock absorbers, the suicidal left-hand turns, but rather the common faith of all those Malaysian Sikhs, Bengali Hindus, Harlem Muslims, Lebanese Christians, Coney Island Russians, Brooklyn Jews, Buddhists, Zarathustrians—who knows what?—all of them with the rock-solid conviction that if you honk your bloody horn the sea will part before you. You can say it is not my business to comment. I am a hick, born in a butcher’s shop in Bacchus Marsh, but fuck them, really. Shut the fuck up.”
― Peter Carey