Daveca, returning home, decided to order a taxi to the house because at night there was no desire to return by foot, he lived in the area with a sadly known contingent. I called, the order was accepted, there were no cars for 20 minutes (I will not say what a taxi, but it is on the ears of everyone).

I decided to drive on the fact, next to me was a car, with a scarf. The dialogue continued and continued.

Are you free?

and yes.

How much to Malinov?

– 200

By the way, driving to me is 10 minutes, so it’s expensive for taxis.

Go to 150?

Are you going to negotiate? Go to walk.

Which taxi are you from?

What is?

With a taxi, I say. You have a chest.

What is the difference? Go away from here, I say.

I wonder, what are you?

and Taxi ***

Well, I decided to try, as it was on a pick-up like this, when they called without leaving the box and booked / bought the necessary. I call my phone number and order a taxi to where I am.

In a minute comes the SMS "You are waiting for such a car, the price of the trip is 120 rubles (!)". Guess who was waiting for me? The same driver. I sit in the car and talk.

So we negotiated. Go to?