That’s nothing, I had a ride in a Taxi once when he set about “Customs and Exorcize” for stealing the money he earned to give to P***s.
Then the theme from Top Gun came on the radio and he burst out crying – at first I thought he was still upset about Goose, but it seems it was his Mum’s favourite song, she hadn’t died, it just made him emotional.
Whilst he was drying his eyes and composing himself, we drove past a young lady squatting out of the driver’s door of her Micra relieving herself, this was a busy main road. There was an open McDonalds in sight.
When he finally arrived at my flat (I was the last out, as ever) he basically called me a **** for wanting some change, I told him I was giving it to Pakistani’s to ‘send home’ and he told me to get out of his car, when I’d already mostly done so. Did a vicious 3 point turn including reversing into me and knocking me over (I was pretty drunk so it didn’t take much) and sped off.