A day or two ago, I was in need of transport to ferry me from Disa Avenue to Greenacres as my car was being repaired.
On a whim, I decided to chance an attempt at a minibus taxi ride.
I stood on Cape Road in front of Algoa Toyota and waited. Within minutes a taxi approached with the “conductor” screeching: “Greenacres”.
I raised my hand and screeched back. With that, the taxi, reminiscent of something out of a Leon Schuster movie, pulled over with a flourish.
The conductor let me in and requested R8. To a member of the previously advantaged race (now disadvantaged), this seemed like a bargain.
The driver confirmed that I indeed wanted to go to Greenacres.
The interior of the vehicle, though worn and beat-up with various wires hanging from under the dashboard, a badly cracked windscreen and most things held together with electrician’s tape, was spotless.
The driver addressed me again asking where exactly I wanted to go to at Greenacres. I answered more specifically and was accordingly fully accommodated.
At all times I was accorded courtesy without patronisation, and was delivered safely and precisely where I wanted to be. The other occupants treated me with a touch of curiosity, and similar common courtesy.
A highly recommended service that I have no hesitation in recommending. I did not end up on the pavement stark bollock naked with a knife sticking out of my ribs.
-Conor Ward, Addo