I picked up these two youngish oriental chaps at a rank by Leicester Square, who didn’t seem inebriated when they got in. Rotherhithe was the nominated destination. As we were getting near I noticed the larger one fast asleep with head tilted. Then I could see the other chap was leaning forward faced down. I got a little concerned of a puking situ to deal with.
I declared aloud “We’re nearly there now so where exactly?”. “Keep going straight,” was the response. The slighter one now guided me into to Abinger Grove in Deptford where we let out his pal and then he wanted to go around the corner. He started to tell me that his partner would probably be furious as he’d been out drinking and that maybe she’d have locked him out. “You know what women are like,” he repeated a couple of times.
I was a tad concerned they might be bilkers (cabby speak for runners). We pulled up by this humble council style house with £23 on the meter. “Would you mind waiting just in case she’s locked me out…I’ll give you the £40″. I waited while he faffed around with locks for a moment opened the door and gave me a sort of thumbs-up wave and off he disappeared clearly wanting to tip me heftily, or maybe he just got a little confused… Either way I wasn’t complaining.