Filthy Taxi Driver

I took a taxi to client's office today.
Guess what? The taxi driver farted in the car!!!!!!!

He farted! He farted!

Shouldn't he suppose to say sorry? Or at least feel a bit embarrassed, perhaps?

He did not!!!

Oh my god!!! At least he should have opened the windows, so that the smell would disperse more quickly!!!

He handed me his name card. And lo and behold...

His name is Pat!

That's the same as the manager from my office I blogged about last week.

Attention everybody, never ever go near to anybody whose name is Pat!!!

Yuckssss!!!!!