If you look around the world, you’ll find that there’s a strong negative correlation between the amount of ethnic cleansing and the amount of taxi cleansing. Every time you put the seatbelt on in a Gaza taxi you get a diagonal stripe of crud across your front.
And a dirty shirt is a discourtesy to others.
Their taxis work like buses, so you share them with other people. One day I was on my way to work when this young toad –one of our students, in fact- emptied a slush drink into my lap. His mother was all, “I’m sorry my son spilt slush drink on sir's expensive trousers.” But he didn’t spill it, the little bastard poured it. I really wanted to punch his fat fucking face.
I don't know how Fisk has coped with it all, these 30 years. He's got some nice suits. It's a miracle he's still sane.
Another suit ruined.
