Like this one Saturday, there I was looking good, smelling nice and going to Menlyn, Oh what a horrible experience.
So I jump into a crammed Zola Budd and press my knees against this cute little girl - about four or five years old who was sitting on ranakata because her mother probably couldn't afford to pay full price for her to sit on the seat. When we get to Denneboom station I join the queue for Menlyn. I quickly count people ahead of me an realise that I'll be the 16th passenger which means I'll be the door keeper with half my bum almost falling out of the taxi. So I busy myself with my handbag and slowly move away from my spot so that I can be the first passenger in the next one. Mmh! Little did I know that the queue Marshall saw my tactics. He lets the taxi go and as he opens the fresh 16 seater while yelling Menlyn, he pushes me out of the way.
"Sorry sister, stand over there" he gestures away from the taxi.
"Why? I've been in the queue, what's your problem abuti?"
He ignores me and continues to direct everyone in and before I knew it the taxi drives off. He does the same with the next one and when this one leaves he finally turns to me and says casually "if you're going to be choosy, you can stand there all day or go buy a car of your own."
I'm stunned by his words but I decide to take it on the chin and look him straight in the eye and say "maybe I will" I could have said so many other things but to save my dignity, I just walked away and tried to forget a taxi ride to Menlyn.