| Amount of texts to »Taxi« | 34, and there are 32 texts (94.12%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 167 Characters |
| Average Rating | 1.882 points, 4 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Mar 29th 2000, 02:28:40 wrote Dragan about Taxi |
| Latest text | on Mar 5th 2010, 00:39:05 wrote Ronja about Taxi |
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on Aug 25th 2004, 07:29:29 wrote
on Dec 6th 2005, 23:37:14 wrote
on Dec 23rd 2000, 11:26:22 wrote |
I've always particularly admired the taxi-driver who turned to Bertrand Russell in the back of his cab and asked the perfectly legitimate question, »Well Guv, what's it all abaht then...?« And answer came there none. Never ask a philosopher, especially one who hasn't paid his fare yet.....
Riding a taxi cab is far too expensive. Riding the bus is cheaper, but you are not allowed to talk to the driver.
My associations with »taxi«
1)Taking a taxi/cab ride in New York is an experience everyone should get. You're never sure if the griver got your destination right. But not because of your pityful english, but because of his unknowledge concerning this language.
2) I don't have a car; and the last buses in my town (in my direction) are going at 20 to midnight.Normally, I would take my bike; but, honestly, the winters are too cold. I don't like the winters because then I have to take a taxicab quite often and that's SO EXPENSIVE!
3) There are two films that I associate with »taxi«: One is » Taxi« (or was it »Taxidriver«) by Luc Besson, which I didn't like. The other one is »Night on Earth«. This one is very interesting. The episode in New York pleases me most...
The book say taxi is short for taxi cab which is short for taximeter cab, and the taximeter is an automatic contrivance fitted to the cab to indicate to the passenger the distance travelled and the amount of fare due.
Just now it came to me that I too am fitted with a contrivance that indicates the distance I have travelled and the fare I have paid (with this contrivance, the fare is collected as I go) and it is me, my own body, myself. I am the driver, the passenger, the taxi and the contrivance all in one.
One fine autumn day in the spring, I was eating an apple in a taxi (and getting sick) when the crazy taxi driver pulled out a bottle of hot sauce and started drinking it. This was in L.A.
It probably would not happen in London or Berlin.
Taxi to the airport – speed me there
taxi down the runway – taking off
taxi to the hotel – I don't know where I'm going
taxi to my heart – no detours here
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