He leaned in close to me, sweeping an appreciative gaze over my young legs and white, denim mini skirt.
“How old are you?” he asked, and I obediently answered: Sixteen.
“Sometimes, I fuck 16-year-olds,” the cab driver responded.
Fortunately, when he subsequently tried to take me off-route to “go to an ATM”, I insisted he take me straight home to my waiting parents and he complied.
But the experience left me sickened, and when my parents called the taxi company to complain, they were told the driver had no prior record so the matter would not be pursued.
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The thing is, the experience was not an isolated one. Two years ago, I filed a formal complaint with a taxi company after another frightening encounter.
The situation began when we arrived at my destination and the driver became frustrated I wasn’t paying quickly enough (I’d left my usual card a restaurant, so I asked that he keep the meter on while I transferred money).
Before I knew it, the cab took off at full speed, taking me along with it — and soon, what began as a bizarre overreaction escalated to a full-blown frightening incident that left me literally begging for release.
As I relayed in my written complaint:
I didn’t know where he was taking me, and I told him he was terrifying me. I eventually started yelling, screaming at him to stop and asking if he was going to assault or rape me. He provided no clear answer but kept driving off yelling “you are not honest! You are not honest!”
I was crying, telling him that I had always intended to pay and would still pay him, but was truly fearing for my safety.
The situation had escalated so fast that I actually opened the car door and considered rolling out to escape. I would have been gravely harmed had I done so, so I stayed within the car and called the police. My back left-hand door remained open for at least two blocks and the driver kept driving at full pace- at least 45km/h.
There is no doubt that this driver knew full well how terrified I was during his joyride, and he only pulled over when I got the police on the phone.
When I complained to the cab company, though? The taxi driver was issued a “verbal warning”. Not a written warning, not a suspension, not an apology from the man who’d reduced me to a crying mess.