<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338652447426510664</id><updated>2012-01-11T01:38:08.230-08:00</updated><category term='Murphy'/><category term='rumeni taxi'/><category term='do not eat'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='taxi'/><category term='yellow taxi'/><category term='Ljubljana'/><category term='Slovenia'/><category term='hybrid'/><category term='PyraBang'/><title type='text'>Taxi Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taxi-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338652447426510664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taxi-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rado Zupanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104466311121328993142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SimwIFCkKYY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/rgRWA6-lX6U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338652447426510664.post-2661141576068770389</id><published>2009-08-13T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:35:07.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi'/><title type='text'>Sheet, pa ja ne spet ....... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cismabera%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables&gt;&lt;/w&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell&gt;&lt;/w&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct&gt;&lt;/w&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules&gt;&lt;/w&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Kmalu po 18 uri me pokliče prijatelj in vpraša, če bi lahko prišel nekoga iskat za Bežigrad. »Seveda!«, sem odgovoril. »Ali se mudi ali bi počakal kakšnih 15 minut?«&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;»15 minut bo ravno prav.« &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Pobral sem mlajšega, urejenega moškega. Najpre naj bi šla blizu na Glinškovo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;ploščad, češ da mora še urediti nekaj z lastnico stanovanja, kjer je bil najemnik. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Če nekaj minut pride zasopel nazaj in prosil, če mu do doma posodim 15 EU,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;ki, da jih je še dolžan bivši 'gazdarici' ter mi dal svoj telefon, dokler ne vrne &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;denarja in plača vožnje. Posodil sem mu denar. Čez kakšnih 5 minut se je vrnil. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;»Kam pa zdaj?«, ga vprašam. »Zdaj pa v Trnovo v svoje novo stanovanje.« &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Nato je še razlagal, kako je bilo prej drago, da je moral plačat še neke stroške .... in, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;kako je to novo stanovanje poceni in ful v redu ...... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;»Kam pa v Trnovo?«, ga vprašam. »Bom pokazal, kar po Brajanski.« In greva po Barjanski, čez avtocesto in na levo v ...........&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RAKOVO JELŠO!?!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;»Sheet, pa ja ne spet ....... ?&lt;/span&gt;« mi je začelo rojiti po glavi. »Saj imam njegov telefon!« &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;se tolažim. Ustaviva pred hišo, kjer naj bi bil doma, obračam avto in se izogibam &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;ljudem na cesti. Čakam, čakam, ........... vmes ugotovim, da je v trenutku moje nepazljivosti vzel svoj telefon ...... čakam, kličem prijatelja, ki me je prosil, da &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;odpeljem njegovega znanca. Po kakšnih 5 minutah sem seveda že ugotovil, kam pes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;taco moli. »Spet me je nategnu čefur iz Rakove Jelše!!! Ušel mi je, ne da bi plačal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;vožnje in seveda tudi mojega denarja mi ni vrnil!! Sheet sheet sheet!!! «&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;...... čakam, kličem prijatelja ..... pa se ne javi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Vrnem se na Šubičko v vrsto k ostalim taksistom. Povem zgodbo in kar naenkrat en od njih vpraša »A je velik, na kratko ostrižen, lepo urejen, olikan .., ?«. »Da, ta je bil!«. »Mene je ta isti nategnu prejšnji teden na Miklošičevi, jaz sem mu posodil samo 5 EU ...... ». &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Ampak tudi dejstvo, da je ta isti ogoljufal tudi izkušenega taksista, me ni dosti &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;potolažilo. Še posebej zato, ker sem imel ravno še 35 EU do plače ... za toliko, kot me je ta baraba čefurska nategnila oz. okradla. No ja, ostalo mi je za kavo ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Končno se je prijatelj oglasil na telefon. »Živjo! Si me klical?« »Da. Povej mi, a ti tistega tipa, za katerega si me klical, poznaš?« .... »Ne, zakaj vprašaš? Ustavil me je na cesti in prosil, da jaz kličem METRO, ker je njemu crknil telefon....... «. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Potem pa še ena kratka vožnja in do 1,00 ponoči nič. Pa pokliče prijeten ženski glas &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;»Dober večer. Ali bi me lahko prišli iskat na Ljubljanski grad?«&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seveda sem jo šel iskat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Vse bi bilo v redu, če bi me ona počakala. Ampak, ker je ni bilo, pa še na telefon se nikakor ni uspela javiti, mi je še ona »polepšala« to noč. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Tam okrog 4,30 zjutraj me pokliče nek ženski glas. »Ali bi morda prišli v Polje po enga gospoda, šel bi pod Šmarno goro?«&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;»Ja, pridem lahko čez kakšnih 15 minut. Pa bo sigurno počakal?«&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;»... A boš počakal? ..... » slišim, kako ona sprašuje. »Da, je rekel, da bo počakal.«&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;V Polju prisede vesel možakar in se odpeljeva. Že po nekaj 100 metrih začne »Joj, moja denarnica! Kje je moja denarnica!? Greva nazaj!« &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Gre nazaj v lokal, meni pa po glavi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;»Sheet, pa ja ne spet ....... ?«&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ampak, možakar je prišel nazaj z denarnico in sva šla ......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;Happy End – plačal je pošteno, pa še za 1/2 kave mi je dal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SL"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;fieldset class="zemanta-related"&gt;&lt;legend class="zemanta-related-title"&gt;Related articles by Zemanta&lt;/legend&gt;&lt;ul class="zemanta-article-ul"&gt;&lt;li class="zemanta-article-ul-li"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rocketnews.com/2009/08/swine-flu-deaths-go-up-in-india/"&gt;Swine flu deaths go up in India&lt;/a&gt; (rocketnews.com)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="zemanta-article-ul-li"&gt;&lt;a href="http://portugalscina.blogspot.com/2009/02/poglavje-35-predlogi-osebni-zaimki.html"&gt;Poglavje 35 - predlogi + osebni zaimki&lt;/a&gt; (portugalscina.blogspot.com)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="zemanta-article-ul-li"&gt;&lt;a href="http://free-opportunities.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-months-later-december-2008.html"&gt;Few months later - February 2009&lt;/a&gt; (free-opportunities.blogspot.com)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/fieldset&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/0c3c43c7-3b8f-4fe1-90e6-bcfe9dbe041e/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=0c3c43c7-3b8f-4fe1-90e6-bcfe9dbe041e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338652447426510664-2661141576068770389?l=taxi-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taxi-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2661141576068770389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338652447426510664&amp;postID=2661141576068770389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338652447426510664/posts/default/2661141576068770389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338652447426510664/posts/default/2661141576068770389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taxi-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/sheet-pa-ja-ne-spet.html' title='Sheet, pa ja ne spet ....... ?'/><author><name>Rado Zupanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104466311121328993142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SimwIFCkKYY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/rgRWA6-lX6U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338652447426510664.post-1508713682398882241</id><published>2008-03-28T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:32:27.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ljubljana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PyraBang'/><title type='text'>My first few hours as a taxi driver</title><content type='html'>I saw notice in newspaper, that taxi company (Yellow taxi) is looking for a driver. As headquarter is only 2 streets away from me and, as they asked that driver must speak english, I decided to ask there. By phone we arranged meeting next day. "What should I say, how it should be ... ?" , was in my mind. "Well, you have nothing to loose if you ask!" , I was almost angry with me. "Do you have any expiriance as taxi driver?" , "No, not at all!" I said. "But I like to drive , I like to talk with people and I speak englis ..." - we were talking more than 1 hour. Next day I got email to come there so she (YES, she is my boss) could introduce me in company and my work. After about 1 hour (all the time phones of clients were ringing) she said : "So, you would like to try?". "Yes, of cause", I said. She gave me keys of car and said "Let's try this car. Have you already drive automatic?" . I had to think and I remeber, that many years ago i was driving SAAB99 of my uncle - for about 1 hour. We were going to drive (about 15 minutes), she was explaining me everythink about car (in those 15 minutes), about radio station, about taxi meter. And, all the time phone or radio calls. I noticed that my adrenalin level is higher. We came back in office. She put contract and paper with rules on table, saying "Please, read and sign!".&lt;br /&gt;While I was signing, she made coffe for us. After 10 minute she said : "OK, let's go!". I entered the car and waiting, that she should go with me and continueing with teaching me. But, she gave me paper with address and said : "Go to pick up this customer. And, turn on radio station so we shall be in contact ..... ".&lt;br /&gt;"UF! She means it!" I was thinking. So, I was going to pick up my firast customer. It was claudy, rainy and windy day, about 5 degrees (C). In car entered well dressed young woman and told me, that we are in hurry as she is going to a congress XY. We started, I pushed (by accident) one of 'hundreds" buttons on the door. At once my window was opened. I tried to close that window, pushing buttons one by one - all windows were at once opened. "I am sorry", i said, "it seems I am litle confused as I just began to work". "Oh, it is red light , you can stop and try to close wondows". I was pushing buttons. At once she said "Yes, I closed my windows back. Just push this and this button back and we shall amake it." I pushed button and - all doors were locked! I was already worried how we shall manage this situation. After few minutes windows were closed, she brushed her hair as it was very windy in car for last few kilometers. Finaly we came to that congress place. She paid , saying "I am in hurry, I do not need bill, just , please, open those doors." And again those dammed buttons - at once doors opened. I suppose we both were happy as windows were closed and doors opened. "Have a nice day", she said. "I am so sorry ... " I was telling, but she said "Do not worry, you will learn how to close windows and open doors. Everything is OK. We came here in time. Thank you and have a nice day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyrabang.com/go/ismabera"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyrabang.com/images/banners/eyesonyou.gif" alt="PyraBang has eyes on your media!" width="468" height="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338652447426510664-1508713682398882241?l=taxi-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taxi-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1508713682398882241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338652447426510664&amp;postID=1508713682398882241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338652447426510664/posts/default/1508713682398882241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338652447426510664/posts/default/1508713682398882241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taxi-story.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-few-hours-as-taxi-driver.html' title='My first few hours as a taxi driver'/><author><name>Rado Zupanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104466311121328993142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SimwIFCkKYY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/rgRWA6-lX6U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338652447426510664.post-3421782886678175500</id><published>2008-03-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:26:26.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do not eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Don't eat chocolate while you are with taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wbgjY20ME3U/R-xQ9Hw8hyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/aCqSUl74IEw/s1600-h/chocholad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182606282183182114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wbgjY20ME3U/R-xQ9Hw8hyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/aCqSUl74IEw/s320/chocholad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When i drive at night, I buy me some food and drink and 1 soft chocholad (Mars). When I do not have clients, I can stop in taxi place and eat something or just go out of car. I am getting used that Murphy is confirming with taxists. I can be free for one hour, but when I decide to go out, to take coffe or eat chocolate , phone will ring I must pick up client as soon as possible. I was just taking a piece of that soft chocholad, when (of cause) phone ringed. I seated in car and trying to put that chocholade in my pocked, with other hand i was already writing address where to go. I started and in few minutes I picked up my client. As he had some bags I had to go aout of car to help him. I felt somoething on my seat as I should be gluesd. OK, I helped custumer , I seated back and we reached our address in about 15 minutes. All the time i was feeling strange 'on down site' of my a...&lt;br /&gt;When cklient left, I found out, what was that 'glue'. It was my much more softer chocolate on my seat - lol. It seems that I missed my pocked puting chocholad there. Lucky it was night and next half an hour no clients so I could clean in peace seat and myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338652447426510664-3421782886678175500?l=taxi-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taxi-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3421782886678175500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338652447426510664&amp;postID=3421782886678175500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338652447426510664/posts/default/3421782886678175500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338652447426510664/posts/default/3421782886678175500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taxi-story.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-eat-chocholad-while-you-are-with.html' title='Don&apos;t eat chocolate while you are with taxi'/><author><name>Rado Zupanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104466311121328993142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SimwIFCkKYY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/rgRWA6-lX6U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wbgjY20ME3U/R-xQ9Hw8hyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/aCqSUl74IEw/s72-c/chocholad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338652447426510664.post-2217372456988002754</id><published>2008-03-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:06:23.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ljubljana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slovenia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumeni taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hybrid'/><title type='text'>Taxi Story No. 1</title><content type='html'>At about 5,50 in the morning, when I was supposed to go home, they called me from a hotel that they have two clients (very urgent) to take them to airport. OK, I picked up them (2 black, not thin girls, I suppose from England). They were not in good mood as they were late. I was driving faster to come in time (!?). We came in time and, when I told them how much to pay (26,5 EU by taximeter), they were complaining that they should pay only 16 EU (?!) . Well, they paid me 26 (- 0,50EU) and were running to catch their plain - forgetting to say 'thank you' or something like that. On my way home&amp;nbsp; I saw 2 plastic bags on back seats. Uf!? - what if they forgot their documents ... I opened bags and - there were 2 reach breakfasts from the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;I ate one breakfast and I can tell you, that I didin't not feel guilty. They were punished - hi hi.&lt;br /&gt;I told this to my boss. I worried a little as our taxi company (Rumeni Taxi, Ljubljana) is known as very honest. If somebody forget something in car, we always try to find owner. But, boss began to laugh saying : "HE punished them , do not worry! Do you still have some of that breakfast - for me?" - of cause she was joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338652447426510664-2217372456988002754?l=taxi-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taxi-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2217372456988002754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338652447426510664&amp;postID=2217372456988002754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338652447426510664/posts/default/2217372456988002754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338652447426510664/posts/default/2217372456988002754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taxi-story.blogspot.com/2008/03/taxi-story-no-1.html' title='Taxi Story No. 1'/><author><name>Rado Zupanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104466311121328993142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SimwIFCkKYY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/rgRWA6-lX6U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
