It's Sunday! And Sunday is a typical cabbing day. Today's cab drivers, however, seem a little different.
Accented English and deep, soothing voices aside, the two cab drivers we met today turned out to have had a highly successful career just before switching to their metered cabins.
The first cab driver told us about his actuary daughter and doctor son, and a third kid who happens to be the only one among his brood who can't study. So he says, although the third is a sec 4 boy taking his Os this year at Maris Stella.
Second cab driver shared his analysis of the government's population policies with us. Very perceptively telling us that if the government needs 3-4 years for our salaries to raise by $600, it is no wonder at all that Singaporeans are so unwilling to give birth. Even the cheapest calculators could do the math, and display in all 8 digits, the ineffectiveness of the Baby Bonus.
And second cab driver had seen the world, literally. He said "Where there's an ocean, I'll be there." A couple more bantering and he revealed that he built oil rigs. And that if he was still with the company, they would be the ones taking over BP's mess. I'd assume that the company would also be doing a better job since no one could be doing worse than BP and Tony Hayward.
Then when we got off the cab, mum told me "No matter how much a junk (word used by cabby himself) Singapore is, you still have to return to your roots. That's why he would rather come back here and drive a cab than be out there building oil rigs."
Suddenly everyone around me is very insightful ah.
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