Flagging down a taxi one night, I was greeted with the familiar sight of an open window and a vigilant driver hanging over the passenger seat with a face full of the question:
"Where you go ah?!"
"Bukit Panjang!" I shouted, even though I was stood next to the taxi.
To which the driver animatedly replied, "No No No No! I have an appointment! Cannot cannot!" and hastily drove away.
Two minutes later as I'm walking down the same road. What do I see? Mr taxi driver sat at the coffee shop drinking his kopi-o.
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