Tuesday night, I went out with Shara, the wanderer Compiler to the Secret Recipe in Kajang for dinner..(that day was his Birthday..so we decided to celebrate with him)...
We called for a cab/taxi. After 15 minutes, the taxi arrived. Honestly, this is the weirdest and the funniest taxi driver that I had ever met...(though experienced some really weird ones like the Morgan guy who talked about Semenyih as a black area where gang fights often take place...)
This taxi driver seems to have a grudge on the Nigerians and Pakistanis in my uni...below is some sort of editted and summarised version of his complaints..
"Pu**ma..these nigerians don't want to pay the price they asked for...then ask to drive here and there without wanting to pay extra...bla bla bla..Babi....stupid......Pu**ma.....(summarised 3000 words)"
My friends and I cant stop laughing..especially when he said he feels like punching them...(Fight with them? I don't think so, they can KO you with a punch....)
After 15 minutes, we arrived at the Secret Recipe..(Ears gonna bleed if the taxi driver continues..) We had a hearty and sumptuous meal...but the cheesecake is average at best...
Somewhere in the so called "Christmas Party"...
Someone: Darn, should've followed them...the food here tastes horrible......
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