Thursday, August 16, 2012

Taxi humor

Vienna, Austria is a beautiful city, easy to get around by walking, taking the "hop on and off" buses and relatively inexpensive by taxi.

Will and I were in Vienna on vacation and missed the last hop on bus back to our hotel, so we had to find a taxi.  I spotted one and headed in the taxi’s direction.

“Are you available for hire? said Will.  We would like to go to the Hilton Hotel."

“Of course,” said a voice sounding more like those in the Bahamas.

The back doors opened, Will and I got in.  I said, “Do you know how to get to the Hilton Hotel?”

“Madam, I’m a taxi driver.  Of course I know how to get to the Hilton Hotel,” he said.

“Well I’m a mother and I don’t cook,” I said, as he pulled into traffic.

“How does your family get along without your cooking?” he asked.

“My husband likes Taco Bell and McDonald’s, and he knows how to open a can of soup,” I replied.  I was not eager to explain that I tended to set things on fire in the kitchen.

“My wife likes for me to cook, and when I’m not driving a taxi, I will cook,” he said.

“That’s nice.  I wish my husband would cook more on the grill,” I said.

“I used to be a cook for two American restaurants, but I make more money being a taxi driver.  One day I would like to own my own restaurant,” he said.

Minutes later, we arrived at the hotel.  “Okay, we’re at the Hilton,” I said.

“Of course, I’m a taxi driver,” he said.

May all your encounters with taxi drivers be pleasant.  Email me at

Have a great day.

1 comment:

  1. What a nice taxi driver. Will you regale us with more vaca stories? I hope.