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Ride of My Life.

I hung on for my life and alighted the cab slightly shaken. It was the ride of my life.

Learning from my previous experience, I told the cab driver to take Pioneer Road North, and then AYE, to my office from site at Jurong. Previously, another cab driver had taken me for a joy ride en route to office, via PIE (very longggggggggggg wayyyyyyyy right????).

It was a pleasant ride until we reached the Alexandra Road exit. There was a massive jam due to an accident. Instead of joining the queue, the driver drove on. I thought to myself, "Its my lucky day! Quick thinking by the driver, no need to waste time in the jam." That was until he drove past the next exit at Lower Delta Road. I knew something was wrong. As we approached the next exit at Keppel Road, I told the driver we had past our exit. He was not sure of which way to go, and was driving into the road divider!!! I suggested to him that we should exit immediately and make a U-turn along Keppel Road. Along Keppel Road, he was still not sure of where to go and wanted to drive into the entrance of AYE again. I decided that I had to guide him and he made an awkward turn at the road divider again! For the rest of the journey, our cab was drifting between lanes and dangerously close to the container trailers. I also noticed that the driver was either very stressed and panting heavily, or looked like he was falling asleep. Finally, when we reached the destination, I had to tell him to stop beside the pavement. He had stopped right beside the bus lane of the bus stop!!! Dangerous leh. The usually $12 trip cost me $16.60, about the same as the previous joy ride.

Lesson learned: Don't assume the driver knows the way. Take action when you see something is not right. When there are uncertainties, things are likely to screw up.

Final thoughts: Hope that the driver is alright. I think he was not feeling well. Life is too precious. Cab drivers driving from Tuas have probably hollanded and are mostly directionally challenged? Ha ha. =p

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