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October 30, 2006

Frustration

Last night I only worked half a shift starting at 9pm, due to a family function earlier in the evening. Whilst resigned to making little money I still chanced my luck by working the Sunday night, hard-clubbing crowd in Kings Cross. Not something I normally do as it can be heart-in-the-mouth work. After Saturday nights I like to relax on Sundays.

Around 1am I was hailed by a couple. He was a tough, shaven-headed, Latin lover type and she a young woman in a mini skirt with skinny legs, indistinguishable from many other girls on the crowded Strip. After first asking where she lived he ordered a suburb past the Airport.

She was fairly drunk yet not that incapacitated she couldn’t resist his suggestions during the trip. ‘C’mon’, he pleaded, ‘we’re hot together, you know it’. ‘Stop it’, she countered, ‘or I’ll vomit on you ! Anyway I’ve got a boyfriend at home, I told you that already’, then relented to engage in some ‘tonsil-tickling’. I was tempted to turn on the radio but given her drunken condition I didn’t want her spinning out, and so endured the awkward silences.

On arrival at her house she offered him money for the fare but he wouldn’t take it. So she quickly hopped out and sauntered off, leaving Lothario to call out the window, ‘Hey, what’s your number - 1_800_fuck_your_mother ?’. Charming. ‘Driver take me back’, he said, ordering a suburb we’d passed earlier. ‘What a little prick teaser !’. I laughed and asked, ‘Where did you meet her ?’. ‘At a club. She was all over me - I was grabbing her arse and she was rubbing me hard all night. But all I got in the end was a peck on the cheek. I feel like a dill’. I chose not to agree.

He then called his girlfriend and spent ten minutes attempting to lob at her place, but it was obvious she wouldn’t have him so late and he hung up. She probably sensed what he’d been up to anyway. ‘So why all the action at the club', I inquired, 'if this woman intended going home alone ?’. ‘Oh no, she wanted a friggin’ hotel’, he moaned, ‘two hundred bucks for a couple of hours ! Bugger that, she already cost me three hundred in drugs and booze. I would have been better off with a hooker’. Understandable really.

‘Well, I assured him, ‘the fact you saw her home shows that you’re a gentleman’ (here I was massaging his ego - with the meter showing $50 I wanted to distract him from the pain of wasting more money). I continued, ‘An old gentleman once told me that a sophisticated man only uses call girls when playing around. It’s much cheaper financially and emotionally, and much less damaging if your partner finds out’.

Given my passenger’s frustrating encounter with his ‘little prick-teaser’, he could only agree with the opinion and dutifully paid up. I departed doubting he’ll change his ways.

Comments

Bugger that, she already cost me three hundred in drugs and booze.

Another Sucker.

These two sound like they are a pair made in heaven, I would think. He was ready to cheat on his girlfriend and she pretty close to doing the same to her boyfriend. I think 'Lothario' and 'little prick-teaser' should face their destiny and get together, allowing their respective partners to get on with their lives!

I'm so glad I'm past wanting to go night-clubbing, not that I was ever really into it anyway.

All she wanted was $300 worth of free drinks and drugs, and she got it for the price of a kiss. Like I said, sucker.

I agree with you, Yobbo...I know you find that strange, but you will get no argument from me on this one!

I've worked in places and I've watched these little 'madams' work the bar for free drinks...and they get them! More fool the guys for falling for their moves.

The actions of the females disgusted me then and they still disgust me now.

When I go to a bar, which is very,very rarely these days, I pay my own way. I don't expect or want anyone else to buy me drinks. This way one is not beholden to someone else. I find it difficult and embarrassing allowing friends to shout me a drink or food etc., let alone a complete stranger!

I guess I grew up in a different world!

These two sound like they are a pair made in heaven

Lee - i agree with you 100%. i go clubbing a lot still... I'd never let anyone buy me drinks. i can buy my own thanks! and it opens up the possibility of date rape drugs.

and that's mentioning nothing of the infidelity on both sides. pathetic.

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