Greedy Taxi Drivers

Yesterday evening, just before the end of the work day, it rained heavily. Some streets were flooded. Some people were drenched and soaked.

At about 8:15 pm, I tried catching a taxi. It took me a little over an hour standing on Dela Rosa trying to flag a taxi. People were competing for the next cab. Fortunately, it stopped raining by this time.

A cab passed by and didn't want to take me anywhere except to the MRT. I suppose he just want to make a quick buck.

Another cab passed by and said that he can't go to Eastwood. What a drag!

Finally, I was able to catch one who could take me to Eastwood City. There was no traffic at all, and I got home in less than 45 minutes.

Sometimes, taxi drivers pick and choose their passengers. Most times, I should say. Their doors are badly painted with "To any point in Luzon." It should be, "to any point I agree to take you."

It's a dog eat dog world out there.