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Bizkitt has obviously read this story in australia...

Amber Petty and cab drivers' fare maidensArticle from:

May 08, 2008 12:30am
THE job of a cab driver has always fascinated me. Not to the extent of wanting to get my cabbies licence, which I'd never pass anyway because I can't read a map to save myself.

But because I can’t help but think how scary it must be not knowing who or what type of person is about to open that door and sit behind you.

How many jobs are there where you are required to sit in a small confined place, with your back to someone that could be Ivan Milat for all you know. Do you think if you were a bank manager you’d be used to couples coming into your office and start making out?

Not to mention the countless customers you’re forced to deal with every weekend that are so rotten drunk, you’re more likely to understand a Telly Tubbie than what they’re trying to get out.

Last weekend I was picked up by cab driver, who raised the subject of the bad reputation of Adelaide cabbies. He said, “You know, there are always two sides to a story!”

I could feel myself tensing up at the thought he was going to imply that maybe some of the victims of assault and in someway deserved it.

“Yes there are some very bad men driving cabs out there but there are many women out there who behave equally as bad?"

Where was he going with this?

“You know how many women offer sex instead of paying the fare?”

At this point I think I almost gave myself whiplash as I hurtled closer to the driver seat like an 8-year-old kid. Surely I wasn’t hearing him right?

“Are you for real?” I said.

“Oh yes, it happens very regularly. It’s always they same. The woman fumbles around looking for her purse, and then says ‘oh I’ve left my wallet somewhere! Is there any other way I can pay you'?”

At this point I realised that all cabs should carry sick bags!

I decided to do some investigating to see if maybe this guy was just a magnet to loose women, with a tendency to misplace their belongings.

While waiting outside Adelaide airport to pick up a friend, I knocked on the window of three different cabs to ask them if they’d ever been offered sexual payments instead of money.

Shock, horror; they had all had at least one offer of sexual payment during the course of their driving careers.

Adding another layer to these unladylike accusations, my co-host at SAFM, Cosi, told me that when he went for his cab licence, the first thing the new student drivers were told by their trainer was that “you WILL be offered sex in exchange for a free fare!”

Not if, but when.

Yes, apparently it’s a given that at some point, it’s likely that a driver will be faced with a moral and financial dilemma, thanks to certain women!

Of course if you keep digging as I can’t help but do, you will eventually unearth something that you’d rather stayed underground.

According to a co-worker of mine, she was also aware of these "fare maidens" and actually knew a girl who had used this trick to save herself a $46 bill to Semaphore. Classy!

Now, this is where I warn you that you may wish not to read the following couple of lines, as the crude factor is about to go through the roof ...

... but apparently this method of payment is known around the traps as paying with the "hairy chequebook". Ewwwww!

Yes, we Aussies have a nickname for everything - and as it would seem, an alternative method of payment as well!

[Tim Drayton]

I wonder why Paphos airport is served by no public transport at all. Could it be the taxi drivers want it that way?

[Smiler Brian]

Bizkitt has obviously read this story in australia...

Amber Petty and cab drivers' fare maidensArticle from:

May 08, 2008 12:30am
THE job of a cab driver has always fascinated me. Not to the extent of wanting to get my cabbies licence, which I'd never pass anyway because I can't read a map to save myself.

But because I can’t help but think how scary it must be not knowing who or what type of person is about to open that door and sit behind you.

How many jobs are there where you are required to sit in a small confined place, with your back to someone that could be Ivan Milat for all you know. Do you think if you were a bank manager you’d be used to couples coming into your office and start making out?

Not to mention the countless customers you’re forced to deal with every weekend that are so rotten drunk, you’re more likely to understand a Telly Tubbie than what they’re trying to get out.

Last weekend I was picked up by cab driver, who raised the subject of the bad reputation of Adelaide cabbies. He said, “You know, there are always two sides to a story!”

I could feel myself tensing up at the thought he was going to imply that maybe some of the victims of assault and in someway deserved it.

“Yes there are some very bad men driving cabs out there but there are many women out there who behave equally as bad?"

Where was he going with this?

“You know how many women offer sex instead of paying the fare?”

At this point I think I almost gave myself whiplash as I hurtled closer to the driver seat like an 8-year-old kid. Surely I wasn’t hearing him right?

“Are you for real?” I said.

“Oh yes, it happens very regularly. It’s always they same. The woman fumbles around looking for her purse, and then says ‘oh I’ve left my wallet somewhere! Is there any other way I can pay you'?”

At this point I realised that all cabs should carry sick bags!

I decided to do some investigating to see if maybe this guy was just a magnet to loose women, with a tendency to misplace their belongings.

While waiting outside Adelaide airport to pick up a friend, I knocked on the window of three different cabs to ask them if they’d ever been offered sexual payments instead of money.

Shock, horror; they had all had at least one offer of sexual payment during the course of their driving careers.

Adding another layer to these unladylike accusations, my co-host at SAFM, Cosi, told me that when he went for his cab licence, the first thing the new student drivers were told by their trainer was that “you WILL be offered sex in exchange for a free fare!”

Not if, but when.

Yes, apparently it’s a given that at some point, it’s likely that a driver will be faced with a moral and financial dilemma, thanks to certain women!

Of course if you keep digging as I can’t help but do, you will eventually unearth something that you’d rather stayed underground.

According to a co-worker of mine, she was also aware of these "fare maidens" and actually knew a girl who had used this trick to save herself a $46 bill to Semaphore. Classy!

Now, this is where I warn you that you may wish not to read the following couple of lines, as the crude factor is about to go through the roof ...

... but apparently this method of payment is known around the traps as paying with the "hairy chequebook". Ewwwww!

Yes, we Aussies have a nickname for everything - and as it would seem, an alternative method of payment as well!

Would the women be offended if the driver said "Got anything smaller love?"