Sweaty and just about to recover from a mild influenza (this is what the doc said, not I), I thought it’d be better and this time cheaper to take a cab on the hot sunny day. After all it is a half day.
The cab driver was standing at the usual stop where we get the cabs to go anywhere from Bugis. I jumped in and after a while of observing me in the mirror he said: it’s the 3rd time I am picking you up”.
I said: “what?”
He repeated the sentence about 2 times after me asking “what” all the time. I really didn’t understand his accent, and apparently he didn’t understand mine. Cause when I stated my destination at first he also asked 2 times.
Anyway, he continued telling me: “I think I picked you up at Suntec the other time”
I answered: “I don’t go to Suntec”. Frankly, I haven’t taken a cab from Suntec ever since the Russell Peters show, and it definitely wasn’t that weirdo cab driver.
He said: “Well, maybe somewhere else, you were wearing a black dress”
I said: “I don’t have a black dress, so…”
Of course I have a black dress, but the last time I wore a black dress was with a group of people to ZoukOut, def not the same cab driver. And I don’t recall any time before that I wore a black dress out..

Unconfucius says: Mr. Cab Driver, stop taking them drugs!