So… where was your daughter last night???
Four girls, maybe fifteen years old, attempted to avoid paying their taxi fare this morning by scampering down my neighbours’ driveway. Possibly they were planning on jumping the back fence?? Sucked in, because the security-minded neighbours have no access to their backyard – so the next attempt was to storm back up the drive-way and abuse the driver of the taxi.
Weirdly, the plucky leader of the pack decided to pretend to be the mother of one of the other girls. Not surprisingly, the taxi driver was not in the least confused by this tack; calmly he advised her to calm down and wait for the police to get there to sort it out.
By this stage, two of the girls had scarpered back up the street; I made my presence known (I HATE being woken up at four in the morning) and commented that the house most certainly was not where those girls lived. By now, the cowardly (and probably pissed) girls had retreated to the neighbours’ again (why the hell didn’t THEY come out and sort it??) while the very reasonable and polite taxi driver explained that the girls were trying to evade paying their fare (well, duh.).
Unfortunately, the girls gathered their dignity together and stalked off up the street, loftily ignoring the taxi driver as they did so. Although I was mightily tempted to pursue the little bovines and restrain them (with prejudice) until the cops arrived, I was just not dressed for the occasion. No idea what eventuated; but I sure hope the taxi driver stuck with the dishonest and inconsiderate brats until the police arrived.
So: do you live near Caley Crescent, Griffith/Narrabundah, and do you own a fifteen/sixteen year old girl? Did she REALLY spend all night tucked up in bed? I might say, at no time was bad language used… but someone needs to point out a few lessons on how mean it is to hire a taxi with no expectations of paying the fare!