taxi

Maria

Some days ago I took a cab to get home from work. Some cab drivers are talkative and I generally don’t mind because I’m talkative myself, so I didn’t mind answering this man’s questions which started pretty broad (as usual) then became more and more personal. We got to the topic of romantic relationships, then the man started asking about my sexual relationships, and I tried to answer vaguelly because I was obviously unconfortable but I didn’t want to seem “uncool” or rude if i told him I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. But I didn’t tell him and this jerk continued asking sexual questions until I said “I don’t wanna answer this question, let’s talk about something else”. I hate that I did this, because by asking to change the subject he believed I somehow stil wanted to know about his sexual life or that he could continue aking about mine. I got off the cab as fast as I was close to my house but because of the rush I forgot a piece of my luggage in his car. The next day this man called me so that we could meet up and he could give me back my piece of luggage. I reluctantly agreed to meet him, mostly because my luggage was important to me. When we met, this idiot made me pay him a stupid fee for him moving to the meeting place to give me my stuff back, stuff that I wouldn’t have forgotten if he hadn’t been fricking creepy and disgusting during the ride! I paid him his stupid fee to just get over with it. I guess I’m writing this because I’m really mad at myself because I wasn’t brave enough to tell him clearly to shut up during the car ride and that I ended up paying extra money just for him to fix something that this man himself caused!

Joanna

I was around 20 when this happened. I was studying and went out to the club with my friends. I didn’t want to take a bus home, so I ordered a cab. Made a mistake of sitting at the front next to the driver. He was a young guy, probably in his 30s. He started with commenting my outfit and saying how he can see my chest and how he would love to masturbate while looking at my breasts. Then he said that I can get back home for free if I hold the stearing wheel and let him masturbate. I was so stressed I wanted to open the door and just jump out of the cab. When we got to my address I throw all my money on him and run away. Since that time, I never sit next to the diver in the cab and always feel uncomfortable in the cab.

B

I’m not sure this really counts, but christmas break before last I came home from university and met up with a friend at a club. I was having a nice time, until I noticed a guy getting quite close to me and he wouldn’t really leave me alone. My friend and I kept trying to lose him but he would find me again and start to press me for attention, even though I am gay and I made it clear I wasn’t interested, but I also felt extremely awkward as he wasn’t listening to me and my friend didn’t step in. Eventually the club closes and I try to lose him again by getting a taxi home, at this point someone else tries to get him to leave but they give up easily and my friend lets him get in the taxi with us, as does the taxi driver although it is clear I am uncomfortable and awkward as he keeps holding my hand and touching me. He gets out at my stop and I’m scared, I still feel incredibly awkward because I can’t get him to leave and my friend leaves me alone with him. When the taxi leaves he starts to become more toward with the touching, eventually kissing and sticking his tongue down my throat, and tries to get me to go home with him which I keep adamantly refusing, unsure if he will ever leave. Eventually he does, and I can’t help feeling wrong and disgusting, but also scared that it could have escalated if I wasn’t a few minutes away from home and had made him leave, but was it my fault for not stopping it? I make it home and sit outside for a moment where I break down, and my grandma and mum come out and bring me in, giving me a hug whilst I blurt out what happened and that I didn’t like it, but they’re only really concerned with if I was raped or not which makes me feel like it wasn’t really important anyway because I didn’t stop him. The next day I feel disgusting, and my family acts like nothing has happened even turning it into a joke, and my friend sends me apologetic texts saying she feels ‘guilty’ but I say that it is fine and everyone forgets about it. I can’t help thinking it should have been a bigger deal, and I shouldn’t have forgiven by friend for allowing this to happen, especially as it could have been much worse.

Molly

I travel every week for work, and find it quite uncomfortable sometimes going to the restuarant in the evening (as the only women ever in the hotel bar/restaurant). This week, as i went to pay, a random person at the bar decided it was appropriate to ask my room number because it was funny for him and his drunk mate. I felt this would NEVER have happened to the other 20 men sat in the bar and considering i had my engagement ring on, found it highly disrespectful. It wasn’t chatting me up, it was just like “you’re a woman and we can have a laugh here”. He then continued watching as i had to tell the bar lady my room number to pay for my food- which then left me feeling uneasy that they now knew my room number. Then, i go to get a taxi this morning and before i have even got in the taxi, the driver has called me “luv” twice. Again- would this happen to a man? What kind of manners is that? I said before he even switched the engine on “let’s make a rule here, if you want me to pay you for this journey you can stop calling me “luv” as it’s very patronising” . He apologised, but now i have to spend the whole taxi journey feeling uncomfortable. Not many women agree to travel excessively like i do, and i can see why. I am refusing to be bound to my room 4 nights a week, and want to be able to get out, go to restaurants or in a taxi without either being harrassed or made to feel uncomfortable.

Amy

Took a taxi to St Pancras, asked for a receipt from the taxi driver for my expenses. Driver prints a receipt and says ‘and here’s a receipt, aren’t you a lucky girl’ I’m a 20’s professional woman.

Siobhan

Got a taxi home late at night. Older taxi man asks if I ‘have a boyfriend’ and ‘if only he was 20 years younger”. I just laughed along nervously until I got home.

Girl on travels

So I was trying to get around on a little island with practically no public transport and was forced to use taxis for some trips. One day I get a really nice guy in his late 60ies as a driver and he shows me around a bit and even organizes me a free sample of a regional drink. When I get out, he hands me his number, so I could call him for whenever I wanted to come back to my hostel. Since this is quite common there and he was very nice company, I call him up afterwards to pick me up to get home and even sit in the front seat. While we are still in an urban area everything is fine, we have smalltalk and he is as charming and grandfatherly as the whole day. Then he starts touching my arm everytime he starts to say something. I didn’t think too much of or since it is a southern country and people in general are a bit touchy. The he starts asking me all about my boyfriend, whether I missed him, whether I didn’t think of cheating in him since I was away, whether I liked the sex with him etc. and goes on touching my arm and my leg, just where my dress endes. We stop because he wants to show me a lake in the area and I am very glad to get a bit of distance between us. Than he starts pulling me near him, putting his hand on my hips and hugging me. I struggle to get away from him again. At this moment we are aprox. 30 km from the next town and there is nothing around except for cows and ducks, so, in order to get home, I basically have to get back into the car with him again. In there, he goes on touching me, takes my face in his hands and forces me to look at him at times by turning my head. Since I fight him, he keeps his hand to himself for a bit and starts talking to me about how he didn’t want to offend me, he would never want to offend such a pretty girl like me and “Believe me, if I was only a few years younger, you would never leave this Island again but stay with me”. As we are getting closer to the town my hostel was in, he again starts touching my legs and talks about how he would pick me up the next day, so I could go wherever I wanted to go (“you won’t have to pay”) and he would invite me for lunch and how we would have a great time. I couldn’t even move, because I was so scared and just kept on trying not to look it too much. Finally, we arrive at my hostel, I have to pay him for the awful drive and then I get out. But before I can escape inside, he graps my arm and tries to force me into a kiss, which I manage to get out of, just to run to my door. As it seems, people on the island already know about him and his behaviour towards female tourists but since he is old and a member of the community, he doesn’t lose bis licence.

Stephanie

A late Saturday night I took the last available metro. It was the opposite way, but the line being u-shaped I figured I would just walk home from the closest station to mine. It was around midnight, there wasn’t anyone around (it was a semi-residential area) and I was carrying a lot of stuff but it was summer, so I figured it would be a nice walk anyway. I walked for about 5 minutes when, coming the opposite way, a taxi noticed me. He flashed his lights and honked at me. I waved at him. Why not? He turned his car around and open the front door for me. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, my hands were full and I was tired. The driver was chatty and wanting to be polite, I engaged in the conversation. It was all nice when he stared to smell my hair. He did this repeatedly. I laughed nervously, trying to steer the conversation away from how nice he thought I smelled. Then, at a red light, he told me he was really happy in Canada and he hugged me. He didn’t try to grope or do anything else, but that was enough to scare me. I had never feared for my life more than I did at that moment. We finally got to my place and I was relieved to see that the lights were still on; my roommate was still awake. I gave the driver a $20 ( way over the value of the fare) and bolted out of the taxi as fast as I could. I haven’t taken a taxi alone at night since then.

Sophie

A little background: I’m a 21 year old female, I’m proficient at karate and am usually very confident in myself and pretty unflappable. I had been in London tonight meeting a friend for dinner, and was on a late train home to my small village and I arrived at my station at about midnight. I regularly walk to and from the station in the day, and sometimes at night too and feel completely safe, but in the last month I’ve been leered at or followed by a group of men in their 20s that I haven’t seen before, on a regular basis during the day time, surrounded by people, in the centre of my village. I’ve also and noticed them walking down the road I live on when driving to and from home. These men sometimes deliberately spread across the road to slow me and leer at me while in my car, and other times make comments as I walk past on the street (even when with family members or friends). I decided to spend the extra money on a cab from the station because I felt unsafe walking home for once, and while in the queue for the cab a group of men (of mixed age, between 30-50 yrs old) walked up to get a cab too. There were 3 other people waiting in the queue with me, 2 women, one of whom was with her male partner, and after complaining about the length of the queue the group of men decided that it wasn’t so bad because there was ‘some talent in the queue so it wasn’t a total loss’. It felt like it was some sort of ‘lad’ thing, to signal to the others that they were part of the group. Luckily as they were walking up to us our cabs arrived. Perhaps more than the men who had been leering at me, that I had made a concerted effort to avoid, I was most disgusted by the group of older men, who I might have expected a little more decency from, that had decided to objectify me and the other women in the queue rather than show any kind of respect, and the option that I had thought would make me feel more secure late at night left me feeling quite intimidated. At the time what felt like the safest option was to keep my head down and get out of there asap. As soon as I got in the cab I wished I’d called them out on their ridiculous objectification, asked why they thought it was acceptable to reduce women that they’d just happened across by chance into sexual objects to be leered at in somewhere that should be a safe place (as if it should be the case that one place should be freer from this kind of nonsense than another). What also struck me was that neither of the other women (both at least 10 yrs older than me) had moved to stand up for themselves. They too were too intimidated to speak, even though we were in a public, well lit place and there were people from the cab company milling around making sure everyone was looked after. Even in this situation we didn’t feel secure enough to call out what these men were saying. The cab driver however had noticed the men and made a point to apologise to me for whatever they’d said because he saw that I felt uncomfortable and wanted to reassure me. He also waited to see that I got into my house, because i told him that I’d got a cab to avoid these men that had been following me. This cab driver was in no way responsible for the actions of these other men, and his apology wasn’t necessary, but it just goes to show that there’s a choice to be made, to be a sexist that knowingly objectifies and intimidates someone of the opposite sex, or to respect people. it’s certainly not just male to female, but it certainly feels like it’s more acceptable for men to objectify women at the moment, and I think it’s sad that someone my age should already feel so jaded about this kind of thing.

Joanne

Heading to physiotherapy in a taxi. Driver asks “where is it you’re going?”, I give him the address. Nearing closer to our destination, he asks “do you know where it is, exactly?”. We’re driving around some business park that isn’t well signposted. I apologise and explain that it’s my first visit to this particular physiotherapist. He shakes his head and mutters “bloody women and directions” then proceeds to tell me how his “missus would get lost in a car park”.