After selecting the second minivan in a long line outside the airport and explaining my destination to the nice man in the driver's seat, I was feeling quite good about my choice. That is, until I made a fateful mistake: I chose to sit in the front seat. My holiday-filled luggage took up too much of the back seat.
The ride started off pleasantly as we exchanged views on everything from rent in Fort McMurray, to the price of oil, to the cost of commercial real estate in town. Then, it headed down a path I didn't foresee. And, after several attempts to steer the conversational wheels back on to the pavement, it came to a very creepy end. Here's the short version:
- Cab driver asks what nationality I am...tells me I have pretty eyes.
- Lanette thanks cab driver and briefly explains she's a 'mutt' and rarely gets through a week without being asked where she "comes from"
- Cab driver asks if Lanette has family in Fort McMurray
- Lanette makes large error in explaining her boyfriend and house are in Calgary and that she will be spending about a week a month down in the city and three weeks a month here in FOrt McMurray
- Cab driver seems shocked and Lanette feels those conversational wheels heading toward the rumble strips as he says "Oh, that's hard. Being away from your boyfriend for 20 days...."
- Judging the cab driver's tone, Lanette suspects the cab driver is talking about a certain nighttime loneliness
- Cab driver confirms Lanette's suspicions when he dismisses her declaration that living with her sister helps.
- Lanette tries unsuccessfully to steer the conversation by explaining that she "tries not to think about it"
- Cab driver suggests Lanette may need a new boyfriend if she's up here for that long without her own.
- Lanette responds by saying that while there are plenty of men in Fort McMurray, they may not always be of "dating" quality
- Cab driver says a few more things before mumbling something about lesbians.
- Lanette, feeling the wheels cross the rumble strips and head toward the ditch, says: "Noooo, no women for this girl"
- Cab driver continues in the wayward direction. "I don't understand it. How do zay feel it?"
- Lanette lets out a very uncomfortable laugh.
- Cab driver then drops this beauty of a line: Unless they 69.
- Lanette begins to panic on the inside and says "ummmm......I don't know.
- Cab driver then decides it's an appropriate time to ask Lanette if she "likes 69."
- Lanette is having a heart attack and says "Umm.....I don't know." This is her favourite line in the last three minutes of conversation.
- Cab driver then says "Have you tried?"
- Lanette spits out her favourite line of the night, followed by an even more uncomfortable laugh, and then says "This isn't normally a topic I discuss with taxi drivers."
Tell me: how can a credit card be so "shiny" that one can't read the letters and requires the payee to spell out her name?
Now I am faced with the unnerving fact that this guy knows where I live.
I should have a great sleep tonight.
6 comments:
Lanette dear, I have seen the amount of stuff you can pack on your body, suit cases, ball bags, purse, shoes, cd's, bags and more bags... oh ya and where are those car keys.. lol..
I am sure if this creep tried to hurt you, he wouldn't have a hope in hell of surviving...
Rest peacefully, have a good sleep
Love ya!
Auntie Linda
missing you from Chestermere
The lesson here, Lanette is this: Always pay in cash.
Seriously though, that's one of the all-time creepiest conversations I've ever heard.
Poor, lonely cab driver...
I love how Nick is concerned with the poor, lonely cab driver.
But agree throwing cash and running is a far better option next time.
Ha, check out this typo:
FOrt McMurray, a capital "O"??
I think you should move Netty, and next time, get dropped off a block away from home and maybe carry Mace, that would be cool.
I think you should call the cab company and complain, perhaps have this creepy guy let go so he doesn't creep out anymore young women. That was definitely sexual harassment! And don't be unnerved by the fact that he knows where you live, that's what the police are for!
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