Tales of the Life and Times of a Northern UK Taxi Driver.
Monday, August 20
We had reached the end of the cab ride and it was time to extract the fare. "Two thirty please" I asked and waited patiently to be paid. "Sorry what did you say" said my fare, I repeated "two thirty." "You should see a dentist then" my fare replied handing me some cash and quickly getting out. I'm afraid to say that it was a full five minutes before the joke suddenly dawned on me, doh!