| Comment | I once got in a taxi right out of central after a job interview. I was dressed in my best work outfit and I was holding a leather satchel that made me look like a 1930s mafia don. I got into a taxi and asked if he took card. Predictably, he didn’t. Whatever. I thought. I had cash, I wouldn’t fight it this time. We started politely chatting and he eventually asked what I did. I have a habit of talking shit to taxi drivers just for the fun of it, but this time, before I knew what I was doing, I was talking a pile of shite about how I worked for HMRC. Taxi driver then asked what exactly I did. It took everything I had to keep a straight face as I told him I worked in fraud prevention. Miraculously, a card reader appeared at the end of the journey. I wish I’d recorded the whole thing because I still can’t believe I had the balls to just craft a complete lie like that. |
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