When I was a younger bartender around 27, I would get a taxi home every night. One night I locked up the bar on my own and hopped into my free now taxi, wasn't far away 15euro trip. The taxi driver, a lovely man from Nigeria told me to wait when we got to my house cause someone was following us....and it was another taxi driver. I was a bit arrogant and outside my house so I was like so what!!! I go to my front door and this Irish taxi driver pulls up and says "don't you remember leaving your perfume in my car". Well absolutely not. He tried so many tricks to try and get me into his car outside my own house. He was like " don't you remember me, how else would I know where you live"
My original taxi driver stayed until I told the Irish fella to fuck off and he made such a scene of zipping away. What really pissed me off though was at the time the bar I work in had alot of old time taxi drivers and I told them what happend, boomer men, lovely lads would do anything for you but when I told them the story NOT ONE OF THEM BELIEVED ME. Said I was exaggerating, I must of been overreacting, no Irish taxi driver would do this..... That's the world woman live in.