Shanghai Taxi Drivers

This is a surprising story. Now we all know why they have that little plastic wall keeping the driver out of reach of the customer.

The Discussion: 13 Comments

On a completely unrelated note, how ’bout that Israel accidental killing of Chinese UN observers?

I’m hoping for a statement along the lines of “only china can kill chinese people for no reason, no fair!”

July 26, 2006 @ 3:46 am | Comment

Wow….what would Martin Scorcese and Robert De Niro do with this story? .

“Are you talkin’ to me? Are you talkin’ to ME? This ain’t a gun in my pocket…”

July 26, 2006 @ 3:56 am | Comment

Yeah, or what about a remake of “Night on Earth” with a Shanghai episode?

July 26, 2006 @ 5:08 am | Comment

Deterrence!? Not likely. The partition is part of the come on. The gap underneath it serves as well as glory holes those public latrine romeos among you would be familiar with. Slide em across…some extra contortionist poise.. beat the smell of dung, though eventually… 😉

July 26, 2006 @ 6:45 am | Comment

It may well be a morbid fetish thing….

July 26, 2006 @ 3:33 pm | Comment

Ha! I see my experiences aren’t unique. I have had two Shanghai cabbies come on to me.

One started by telling me how much he likes Alain Delon (yes, he really said that). Then he started asking me questions, like pointing at his crotch and asking me how to say “jiba” (“dick”) in English. At that point I quit speaking to him.

After I got out, he went up the road, switched off his headlights, U-turned, and tried to follow me back to my apartment. I noticed, and gave him the slip. Creeped me out.

July 26, 2006 @ 11:45 pm | Comment

I find nothing sexier than those drivers with the long pinky fingernail. I just imagine that yellow nail running down my side….

July 27, 2006 @ 12:06 am | Comment

Nothing like that has ever happened to me, although once a Moscow taxi driver took his pistol out of his glove compartment as soon as I got in.
I have no idea why.

July 27, 2006 @ 12:26 am | Comment

It’s because we are a Polish couple in our 60s, Ivan. Haven’t you been listening to Jessica?

July 27, 2006 @ 12:46 am | Comment

Lisa,
What? WHO is a Polish couple in their 60s? Was Jessica referring to you and me?
ME? Ivan the Terrible, the scourge of Poland?
HAHAHAHA!
Sigh. Anyway, now I’m going to do the Polish Disco. “Dis go here and dis go dere, dis go here and dis go dere.”
(Ducking from rotten tomatoes….)

July 27, 2006 @ 2:30 am | Comment

PS, why did the Polack plant Cheerios in his garden?

Because he wanted to grow donuts.

What happened to the Polack when he went ice fishing?

He caught a hundred pounds of ice.

(All told to me by my old friend Pete xxxxx-ski, US Marine and American Polack extraordinaire…. 🙂

July 27, 2006 @ 2:35 am | Comment

Dear TPD,

I never intended to be the Pope. I just went shopping for the cheapest shoes I could find, and then…

Sincerely yours,
Saint John Paul the Great (aka Karol Wojtila),
Polack Extraordinaire,
Heaven

PS, please tell Ivan that I’ve reduced his sentence in Purgatory from 10,000 years to 30 days, because as he’s partly Jewish, he has some special connections with my boss’s son. Oy, you should see how the REAL Jews live up here!

PPS, please tell everyone in my former church, down there, that one of the Apostles was gay.
Gotta go – Zadie is calling for me….

JP II

July 27, 2006 @ 2:49 am | Comment

Dear TPD,

I never intended to be the Pope. I just went shopping for the cheapest shoes I could find, and then…

Sincerely yours,
Saint John Paul the Great (aka Karol Wojtila),
Polack Extraordinaire,
Heaven

PS, please tell Ivan that I’ve reduced his sentence in Purgatory from 10,000 years to 30 days, because as he’s partly Jewish, he has some special connections with my boss’s son. Oy, you should see how the REAL Jews live up here!

PPS, please tell everyone in my former church, down there, that one of the Apostles was gay.
Gotta go – Zadie is calling for me….

JP II

July 27, 2006 @ 2:50 am | Comment

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