Ratbags

Lately I've been wondering if there is not a bigger bunch of ratbags than teenage girls. To witness, just add alcohol for instant bratdom.

Girls who want to be eighteen, if only to gain entry to pubs, not that being sixteen stops them. Or seventeen year old girls pretending they're twenty one year old worldly women. Or eighteen year old girls behaving with a mental age of fifteen.

They can be found on weekend nights roaming in drunken packs, mainly around the Eastern Suburbs or North Shore. And, ironically, the more privileged their background the ruder their demeanour. Wearing impossibly short skirts and tottering in ridiculous high heels they yell and screech like banshees. Glamours they are not.

For many of these teenage girls, life is one long soap opera. "He doesn't love me !" wailed a distraught 'glamour' on Saturday night in the cab. Then at the destination she flung open the door and promptly threw herself onto the roadway, refusing to move.

Luckily her friends warned me not to drive off until they pulled her feet from under the cab. Phew. "Sarah ! Get up, get up !" they bellowed into the sleeping neighbourhood.

Then last night two drunken 'glamours' begged me to stop at Maccas on their way home to an exclusive suburb. Being my last fare I relented, if only for some peace for the remainder of the journey. At the drive-thru one girl insisted I order her a Happy Meal, "...with the toy !" I kid you not. She was eighteen years old.

Upon alighting they duly left drink containers and rubbish on the floor and over the seat, despite being asked not to. Thus I had no qualms in gathering up all the rubbish and dumping it on the front lawn of their parent's mansion. Glamours; pass.

Feel free to nominate your 'favourite' ratbags in Comments.

(NB: whingeing cabbies do not qualify as ratbags per se - it's expected of us)

Comments

[Josh]

Coming from the inner west and working in Paddington I nominate the 15 or so 'yummie mummies" that have attempted to run me over in the past couple of years.

[Josh]

Coming from the inner west and working in Paddington I nominate the 15 or so 'yummie mummies" that have attempted to run me over in the past couple of years.

[jayjay]

Any turkey who feels they must have a mobile phone conversation within my hearing! Most offensively in cafes and restaurants. These turkeys are not as popular as they think they are.

[Terri]

Okay...... how about this one or maybe this one?

[Paul Pluta]

RICH KIDS.... I used to loathe these rich kids.... when I was taxi driving I used to go to these mansions and for some strange reason they thought I, as a stupid cab driver, would not realise that somebody who could not walk was drunk.... I used to make these drunks walk in front of the cab with their fingers on their nose to see if they were well enough for my car.... AT LEAST IT WAS ENTERAINING FOR ME!!!!

[steve at the pub]

My favourite has to be people who tear the "Out of Order" sign off a jukebox, then insert coins, fully expecting it to work now.

[Sprite]

People who don't put their rubbish out in time for collection, then fill my bin just after the dustbin lorry's been. Like, it will somehow be more ok in my bin than in theirs. You guessed it - this is the eastern suburbs! Paddington.

[Goldstein]

I've had a few run-ins with loud, cretinous, teen-tarts, but more worrying for me are the drunk ocker guys who pile out of the pub, footy or cricket ground, and get into your car like they're trying to climb into a pipe.. They want you to let them sit four or five across the back, or two in a front bucket seat, want to continue drinking beer, and wrestle with each other, and when you tell them "No!" to any of that, they call you "Dumb wog c**t" or "Yah, sh**head? Just f**ckn drive, moron", and the like.. And what can you do? You're solo, unarmed, even if you hit the alarm you're some time from any help arriving..
Solution? I don't pick up the "Aussie Aussie Aussie oi oi oi" retards, no fare is worth carrying those brain dead oxygen wasters, I look for solo hails walking near the venue; you're in with a chance against one -you get paid for the trip, not how many drunk assholes you carry there..

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[Yobbo]

Publicans who don't fix the jukebox

[Invig]

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[adrian]

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