Women who are alone while hiring taxis seem to face an awkward situation: The invasive glance through the front mirror and personal questions from the driver.
My wife takes out a book when she travels alone in a taxi, another friend brings out her make-up kit, my Lankan friend starts knitting, but many newcomers learn to deal with the situation the hard way.
A comparatively new friend of mine hired a taxi last week. The moment she mentioned the destination and the vehicle started moving, the driver started asking personal questions.
“Are you alone? Where are you working? Is the salary enough?”
Her reply was just “Hmmm.,” to all the questions, but what she could not take was the last question.
“You are pretty. Will you marry me?”
“Are you going to stop the vehicle now or I ring up the police?” she asked in a tough tone.
The questions stopped.
But not all drivers behave in that disgraceful manner.
The same girl had a pleasant experience too. Seeing her in a distressed situation, a taxi driver enquired about her well-being.
When she said she was new to the country and had crushed her finger in a car door, he not only directed her to a doctor but also offered to skip her taxi fare. She insisted that he take the fare, after thanking him.
Oooff, what a world of contradictions.