Uncle, Very Fun Is It?

2:30pm. Pouring outside; the huge thuderstorm and water ankle high by the roadside kind.

Decided to take a taxi to go home from East Point. There were 2 cabs waiting at the stand. From a distance I could see the sign on Taxi 1 and says "Shift Change, Bedok". I went over to the 2nd cab and wanted to get into it. The uncle in cab no.2 waved his hand and ask me to go to the taxi in front. I tried to explain to him that cab no.1 was going Bedok, but he kept saying no and cannot.

At this point of time, cab no.1 horned, indicating for me to go to him. So I walked over quickly, still trying to get myself out of the rain, opened the door and asked, "You going Bedok right?" He then asked where my destination was and upon finding out, he waved his hand and said, "Cannot, cannot." Drawing from the frustration welling up inside of me I said, "Uncle, very fun is it? It's raining outside here you know?"

Uncle in taxi no.2 appaul me for what I did.