2012 is... more funny taxi drivers?

Because taking a taxi in Leeds is so amazingly cheap, I end up taking one quite a lot. Most people just do their work. They ask you where you need to go and then drive you there. You pay then, say thank you and get out. But some of them are rather extraordinary...

• There was the one that asked me if I heard about the student protests. Yes I did hear about them. Well, in his opinion the peaceful protest did not have any use. They should use violence to reach something. He spend the rest of the trip listing all his ideas of violent protest manners and continued for quite a bit after we reached the destination. I was just holding my purse and getting ready to get out of the car, but no, he really wanted me to hear all of it. Well sir, thanks for the info, but don't mind if I ignore the suggestions.
• Then there was this time I was moving out of my halls to a flat. I moved my stuff a suitcase and two big bags at a time by taxi. This had been perfectly fine for the first two rides. But the third taxi driver told me he has to charge me ten pound extra because I was moving. We got into a bit of a discussion where I either wanted to get the rest of my stuff as well or just wanted to pay the normal rate. He did not agree to either and so we got into a lot of discussion. He ended up driving away and I ended up calling another taxi company. One that just charges me normal rate without any problems. 
• When my parents were in Leeds for graduation we happened to have a taxi driver from Yorkshire. With the accent that comes with it. I could barely understand what he was saying, and my parents even understood less. But nevertheless, he told us all about his graduation in the town hall, where the benches were so hard they hurt to sit on (and so on, and so on). at least, that's what I think he said...
• Many taxi drivers seem to think they know better where I live than I do. I tell them my address and that I need to go to the back of it. So when we are at the street and I tell them not to turn left yet, some of them object. One of them actually stopped the car to tell me I really needed to turn left. I told him that I know where I live, but he did not seem very sure of that. Well, I finally got my way. And you know what? Turns out I really live there. Take that taxi driver!
• But the winner must have been the one that I called just after I bought a new suitcase, which was too big to carry all the way home. When I told him I needed to be at the back of the street, he told me did not not drop people off at back streets because there tend to be a lot of glass there. When we arrived at the start of my street he had apparently changed his mind  and told me this didn't look so bad so he would drive me there. I let him stop just next to the wall that's around my building, about 5 meters from the opening in the wall. He asked me; "You live here? How do you get in?!" whilst staring at the wall. It took me some time to realize he was serious so I answered: "Don't worry, I can get it. It's just like in Harry Potter." Confusion was upon him. I'm pretty sure I saw him waiting to see how i actually did get in - just walking that little distance to the opening of the wall.  

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