Sunday morning lived up the usual expectations of strange folk doing what they do best; acting strangely.
The silliest by far was when instead of any passengers getting in the cab I was handed a crate of beer and asked to take it to a local address. Fine, no problem nowt to do with me if someone was desperate for beer at on a Sunday morning. At least I knew that the crate of beer would be quieter than a car load of drunks. But when I got to the house at the other end that's exactly what awaited me, a load of drunks. Problem was that none of them had the cash to pay the taxi fare for the eagerly awaited booze. I had just decided to head off and claim the beer in lieu of the fare when one of the party goers shouted that he had the fare. He disappeared for a few minutes and returned triumphantly holding up a jam jar full of small change. "There’s more than the fare in here, you can have the lot" he said.
Ahh well,- I thought a load of two's and ones is better than no fare at all, and agreed. That’s when he told me the bad bit "his mom wanted the jar back," with that several hundred grubby coins were poured onto the cab seat. He hurried off to claim his share of the beer with me staring in disbelief at the mountain of copper coins. Half way back into the house he turned and shouted "oh sorry do you want to count them first” You can probably guess my reply!