Everyone has stories about bad taxi drivers or passengers. Let me tell you a few stories about good drivers.

Since I often use a taxi, stories have accumulated a lot, but there are special ones.

I usually drive on the cheapest, so the requirements I have, except for the "pick up and all" no.

I will try briefly.

1) The hour of night. I am delayed. I go home. I am lucky with an older man.

I usually ask you to land me without going into the courtyard, so as not to force a person to turn around the streets. I ask the same thing for this uncle, and he answers, “Are you mad? ? to The hour of night! Who at this time will let the girl alone walk through the courtyard! What entrance? this one? Wait, I’ll get up now to light you up. Do the windows come out? Help me when you are home! I have a granddaughter of your age, how can I not worry!”

I did not resist. In bright light, the lighthouse ran to the door and under the surprised look of her husband waved onto her uncle from the balcony, after which he immediately left.

2) Called a taxi to take my grandmother from the hospital to her home. She was sick and could not accompany her. I coordinated the driver by phone. Grandma stood on the stairs of reception rest and was ready to start to the shlakbaum.

The taxi driver refused to force his grandmother to walk by herself. All the truths and lies he passed under the shlackbaum, although the name of the patient was required from him and was not found in the lists. He decided that the grandmother was still in the department and was going to go after her to the chamber, in time stopped. Then he patiently and slowly helped her take her bags to the fifth floor. The trip cost him 200r and dropped him another 300 on the phone. Although he did not ask.

3) Carried a brother, a boy with the apparatus of Ilizarov to the cinema. The car is driving, I don't see the numbers, but I see the yellow sign "disabled". I laughed at him, and I’m sure! The driver was without a leg. The entire management was moved to the wheel. On the way, he told his brother how he was depressed and then found an incentive to live actively, how he tried different professions and decided to ride again, told how the car was arranged for the disabled, gave a piece on the wheel and quietly silenced, leaving us, smiling, near the cinema.

4) She fell asleep in the car. She slipped all over the rear seat and almost let go of saliva. When I arrived, the driver woke me up very carefully. “Girl... sweet girl... we’re here... wake up.”

It turned out that after seeing me asleep, the guy was driving as carefully and smoothly as possible, periodically looking to see if he woke up on the road and still stood for a while in the hope that I would wake up myself.

The driver jumped out of the car and opened the door to me. The exit too. When traveling for 104 rubles to say that I was in shock - nothing to say.

6) When there was a terrorist attack in Peter, I was lucky to catch a ghetto. There was no money with me at all. The driver agreed to wait at the entrance until I took it. We had to go from Vaska to the north. Applications rushed like a cage, the phone was running without stopping. We went, the driver slightly said that we would have to eat, but apparently not the fate, not to go to the store, because the city went crazy. She gave him the cakes bought at the bakery and a bottle of drinking yogurt, served a cigarette. He was terribly squeezed, in exchange for chewing gum. The poor man was sitting at my entrance. He looked very hungry.

I had a lot of taxis. They were inadequate. They were adequate. There were a lot of scammers and I want to say thank you to them for knowingly performing the service, they treated me as the most expensive customer. A good taxi driver in the morning is able to raise the mood, instill confidence, set a good pace. A good taxi driver in the evening is able to pleasantly finish the day and calm the nerves.

A good driver is a bit of a psychologist.)

Good taxis and thankful customers!