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Missed Call Taxi..

Missed Call Taxi

Gotta love it..especially the convertible taxi!..ohh and the 24/24..not to mention the name of the company! lol..Lebanon, you make me giggle.


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Sometimes, I’m at odds with myself.

Let me explain.

Not having a car means that I have to take taxis at least twice a day – to and from work. Usually I only take service taxis, but on the rare occasion that I have to go visit some friends outside of Beirut, I usually call a private taxi service.

Friday after work, I had plans to go visit a friend in Hazmieh, where I lived for about five months before moving to Hamra.  Most of the taxi drivers that work for the private taxi company I use know me by name – I used to call on them twice a day when going to and from work from Hazmieh. Usually, the ride with them is very pleasant..we talk about life..about work..about how I’m enjoying Lebanon..about how they have to work a second job just to pay for their wives to go to the salon three times a week (true story!)..

But on Friday, my experience was very..very.. different.

I had given the taxi company instructions to meet me outside of DHL in downtown.  I was having coffee at a nearby restaurant with some friends waiting for the customary missed called signifying that the taxi is either close by, or at the appointed destination..I get the miss call, say my goodbyes, and start heading towards the taxi..then I get another missed call, and another, and another..until I look down at my cellphone and see that the taxi driver missed called me 6 times in a row..

“Something must be wrong.” I thought.  “Usually they aren’t this impatient.”

My pace quickened.

Finally, I got in site of the taxi and started waving just as he was about to miss call me again.  As soon as I get in the taxi, he started to rant,

“20 dollar! 20 dollar ticket!” he yells as he waves this piece of paper in front of me with indecipherable Arabic written on it..

“Excuse me?” I ask, unsure of whether he was trying to charge me $20 for the ride from downtown to Hazmieh..

“The police! He give me $20 ticket for waiting on the road for you!  I drive 14 hours a day and I don’t even make $20 dollar!” he says as he puts his head in his hands.  It was painfully obvious what a big deal a $20 ticket was to him.

I didn’t know what to say, usually the taxi drivers know not to wait on the main road, and swing around into the parking lot where they aren’t block traffic.  And I knew that I hadn’t kept him waiting for that long of a time to warrant a $20 ticket.  But even so, my heart broke.  The driver must have been in his early twenties, but the wrinkles around his eyes made him look a lot older.  He looked exhausted..exasperated..on the verge of tears.

I spotted a ring on his wedding finger and immediately my mind jumped into a different scene.  There I was, sitting inside his home..watching as he explained to his wife that he got a $20 ticket at work today..and saying, “I don’t know what we’re going to do..”

But my mind quickly came back to the present as we started swerving in and out of traffic..my body sliding left and right with every turn of the car..

“You see, there is no traffic here,” he said, as he whisked past old ladies, and children, almost knocking them over.  I don’t think I will ever get to accustom to how people in Lebanon drive with complete and utter disregard for everything and everybody.

I began to get a little concerned as his driving got progressively worse.  I decided it was best to keep my mouth shut.  I had just cost the man $20.  I remembered this, and opened my wallet to see if I had enough money to pay for the trip, and for the ticket. But after going through my wallet and my bag, all I could find was 19 thousand.  I’ve always had a bad habit of never keeping cash on me.

My silenced ended when we stalled on a ramp that feeds onto the highway that takes you to Hazmieh.  I looked up at the driver and saw that he was getting ready to REVERSE DOWN THE RAMP with cars coming our way!

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I yelled..

“Look at the traffic!” he said as he pointed to the sea of cars that lay ahead of us..

And then I remembered.  The Syrian and Saudi president were in town visiting the President at the palace in Baabda.  Of course there was going to be traffic.

“It will take us an hour and half to get through!” he exclaimed..

I glanced behind me and saw cars quickly approaching.  There was no way I was going to let him reverse down a highway..even though I knew that making him wait in traffic would cost him even more money..what was I supposed to do?

“Please.” I said.  “I would prefer if you didn’t. It’s not safe”

With a huff and a slam on the gas, we joined the impenetrable traffic jam.

And then the rage began..

Swerve. Honk. Stop. Go. Screech. Dodge. Honk Honk Honk Honk!!..like a live game of bumper cars..soldiers looking on at the crazed antics of this taxi driver.  I swear, driving in this country is enough for you to want OUT.

I kept my eyes forward.  Too embarrassed to look at the disgusted faces of the people in the cars next to me.  At one point we were at a complete standstill, which is when he proceed to get out of the car to survey the scene himself..Hands in the air he cursed..he cursed life, his job, the traffic…me.

He got back in the car just as the traffic started moving again, and within a few minutes we arrived at my destination.

“I knew it wouldn’t take an hour and a half,” I told him..which is when I handed him the 19 thousand, knowing full well that the ride costs about 11..”I’m sorry for the ticket, but this is all I have.  Next time, if you drive around there is a parking lot where you can wait for me..so that you won’t get another ticket,” he took the money not listening to a word I was saying, and sped off just as I slammed the door behind me..

I’m at odds with myself because a part of me feels that I should call the taxi company and tell them about the incident.  Under no circumstance is it ok to berate a paying customer for your mistake, reverse down a highway ramp, nor subject a customer to unjustifiable road rage..

But then another part of me feels that doing so would cost him his job, and me, my conscience.

14 hours a day, and still..a $20 ticket could be enough to break him for the month.  Does everyone feel this way, or is not being able to cope with unforeseen incidents, such as getting a ticket, limited to only taxi drivers?

It makes me wonder, would he have acted this way had he been compensated fairly for his efforts?

How much more strain can the Lebanese take?


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Was it only three months ago that I was suffering from a severe case of Taxiphobia?

You see, the thing is, I’ve been driving myself around South Florida for the past 7 years, and can honestly say that I know it like the back of my hand.  From South Beach, to Boca Raton, Pembroke Pines to Brickell, and Dania Beach to Doral – I’ve been there and everywhere…and sometimes, all in the same day.

Before coming to Lebanon, the only time I’ve ever taken a taxi is when I would go to South Beach, park on tenth and hail a cab to take me to 17th, cause I couldn’t be bothered to walk seven blocks in my heels..Two minutes, in a straight line, with a guy who speaks English..not a bid deal.

I get to Lebanon, and LITERALLY from one day to the next, I’m taking 20 minute taxicab rides in a country I know nothing about, with drivers I can barely communicate with, and having to use a currency that I still haven’t figured out yet (math was never my strong point)..So yes, I was flipping out..and for good reason..

My “taxicab stream of consciousness”..

“Why are they taking this way? We didn’t take this way yesterday..Where are we going?  Where is he taking me? Should I say something? Is he really going to make this U-turn with 10 oncoming cars coming straight at us? WHAT is he thinking?  Why is it taking so long..Are we really passing through Army check points?  Is he sleeping?  Is he TEXTING? What is he saying on the walkie talkie of his?  WHO is Markazieh? I CAN’T believe I thought Trinidad was bad!!”

If nothing else, not having my car has been a valuable lesson in patience and trust, as I quickly realized that I always arrived where I needed to be, safe and sound…So one day I decided,..HALLAS! (which means enough in Arabic)..and made a conscious decision to just LET GO.  For those of you who know me, this is no easy task..as I’m easily the most impatient and controlling person I know..

For the first time in seven years, I started to enjoy being driven around, feeling the cool breeze blow through my hair, as I observed life going on around me..Sensing this, it wasn’t long before the drivers started to open up to me about their lives in Lebanon, as it turns out…most of them do speak English..  (side note: I only use a taxi service called Taxi Paris, so I often see the same drivers multiple times in a week)..

Some started to tell me about how they work a second job to be able to pay for their wive’s trips to the salon, while others would tell me how they hope to, one day, afford to get married, and yet others would give me impromptu history lessons on how life has changed since the wars and since the efforts of Rafic Harriri..all this to say, I think I’m cured..and I’m lucky to be learning so much.


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First car accident in Beirut..

That’s right!  I was headed to the gym after work on Friday when a BMW rammed in the the back of my taxi BAMMM!!

My thoughts the moment before the accident, “Mannnn I miss my car..”

My thoughts moments after the accident, “Great excuse not to go to the gym.”


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