Those who love jamming their brakes? Illegal, no doubt about that. Bless our souls.

Anyway I have met those who loves jamming their brakes… that would go under which category??

D for dozing off? More like ZZZZZZZ for sleepyhead drivers I have encountered one that nearly drove up the chevron on the highway. Scared the crap out of me.

The driver selling the Macbook Air must have had a passenger who left it behind. Then he quickly gets it off his hands before the Lost Item notice was even filed.

And one of my girlfriends had a driver hit on her, “selling” himself as a potential good boyfriend. OMFG~

1. Yes I can’t spell nor can I string words together in a grammatically correct manner. But I made you response with a thesis-worthy comment, didn’t I?

2. I think you attract weird taxi drivers. Period. I shudder to think what would happen if my wife and I were making out in the backseat of an evangelist taxi driver.

3. Stop showing off about your MacBook Air. I also have.

4. Cess is gonna hear about the F label right after this comment…

Pat, you know that I might just do it too. But seriously, imagine if this was an actual guerilla exercise. Haha, would be brilliant.

Screw Cess’ car …put an “F” on his ass for Fart Bag.

“Did I mention I always fail in my spelling classes?” In grammar too, I gather. Hahahhahhaha.

There are definitely quite a few weirdos driving taxis in Singapore. I wonder if being mentally unsound is a prerequisite for a taxi license, along with the ability to complain for 5 minute straight on one breath of air and having a rhythmic right foot.

I’ve had a fair share weirdos, amongst them:

- Jeremy (or was it Jeffrey), the singing cab driver. His cab is fitted with a killer karaoke system complete with LCD panel and microphones. He sang “Achy Breaky Heart” to me I nearly passed out! Instead of giving me my change straight away, he pulled out a photo album of him in the army.

- Some dude actually HIT ON ME!!! I mean, WTF! He wanted to come over to mine and have a few drinks! Whaaaaaaaaat?!! When I told him that I was married and that my wife wouldn’t like it, he cooly said “Oh, ok …what time will she not be home, I can come over then.” Needess to say, I got off at a MRT station.

- I got into a cab once, and the driver had a tissue roll in each of his nostrils. “Sick ah??!!” I asked. He responded by saying “Yah lorr, wa lau …got traffic jam inside lor”.

- There’s a cab driver here with a serious twitch. His head would shake for two seconds, followed by his hands for 3 – 4 seconds. This would happen every minute or so. Everytime he shook his hands, the car would shake with them cos he’d be holding the steering wheel.

- I’ve had an evangelist, who tried to convert me. The poor fool picked on the wrong guy. By the time I got out, he said that he would need to go back and refer to the Bible on several things. Hahaha.

- A cab driver tried to sell me HIS CD not once but on two occasions.

- A cab driver tried to sell me chocolate. Ehhh???

- I’ve had a taxi driver sell me a MacBook Air …the say computer that I’m typing this message with.