"Then there are the fares who always know a quicker way than we do.
They're terrors. They keep on tapping on the glass to direct us, when
we know all about it all the time. It's them that leads to some of the
accidents, because they take your eyes off the road."
I sympathised again and made some mental notes for future behaviour
myself.
"But the pedestrians are the worst," he continued.
"The pedestrians?"
"Yes, the people who walk across the road without giving a thought to
the fact that there might be a vehicle coming. The people that never
learn. The people that call you names or make faces at you after
you've saved their silly lives by blowing the hooter at them. Every
minute of the day one is having trouble with them, and it gets on
one's nerves. It's them that makes a taxi-driver look old sooner than
a woman."
"So you'll go back to the land?" I said.
"I don't know," he said. "I'd like to, but petrol gets into the blood,
you know."