Tsonga Princess

The taxi driver is always wrong? Today on my way to work, I witnessed what I thought was one of the most profound moments in taxi driver history. So I was waiting a for a taxi to take me on my last journey before getting to work, I see an almost empty taxi on the far right of the road, so I don’t even try to flag it down because it means it is not gaping to take passengers. However to my disbelief this guy swerves into the far left lane – while the robot is red might I add – in front of other cars. When the robot turns green and the taxi come to a halt in front of me. Once I was inside I could here what was the ending of an argument between the driver and one of the passengers. The passenger was angry that the taxi driver had dangerously cut before other cars, he went on to tell him that driving like that was not only dangerous to him but to all the other people on the road. I chuckled a bit because I thought this guy was flagging a dead horse – most taxi drivers (and some pas...

 Would be Housewife... I complain a lot, yes I am honest enough to know that complaining is one of the many things I do well in life. I use public transport to get to work - best believe that from getting off the train to getting on the taxi that will eventually take me to work I would have at least found five different things to complain bout. The music is too loud in the taxi, the passengers on the bus thinking they own the space, the person next to me is chewing so loud I can’t even here myself think.... the list does go on but I don't want to encourage my inner complaint. So one day as I was going on my very famous complaint route, I turned to one of my colleagues and say to her - "You know my life would be so much easier if I was a housewife'. She stops, turns and looks at me, with a rather puzzled look on her face and asks - 'Why'. I then told her: ‘That life would be easier for me if all I did was stay home and bake stuff”. Now before all the aw...