So I know I haven’t blogged in months – and I mean months – which is a long story left for another day, but I had such a funny experience last night that I just had to share.
So my husband and I had to take a taxi last night. We were quite far out, going completely across town, so we expected the ride to be about 30 minutes. In the front passenger seat was the driver’s wife – holding their toddler girl. Random, but fine, as I’ve had similar things happen before, this was only the beginning of the adventure. The taxi driver then decided to make a detour – a HUGE detour – to the Indian embassy (at 10PM might I add) to pick up his mother! Of course the meter was running, and of course he didn’t want to take the hassle of leaving the freeway, so he actually parked on the side of the freeway – with his hazard lights on – and waiting for 10 minutes while his mother walked down from the embassy onto the shoulder of the freeway!!!
So where did she sit you may ask – well right in the back seat next to me and my husband; squeezing us into the already tight taxi cab! The remainder of the journey my husband looked less than pleased. The baby periodically crying in the front seat and the mother constantly staring at me in the back, made him all the more annoyed that we weren’t getting to our destination any faster. I quietly laughed about the whole thing – thinking a periodic thought – Only in Malaysia…
