Greek Taxi stories #1

Poor reception. I arrive in Greece with my wife to be - we're going to get married in Athens. I'm a little nervous, a little worried about all the arrangements. The first thing I'm worried about is whether the taxi driver would be able to find the hotel from the airport. Even with sat nav, from my previous experience, this doesn't seem to be a foregone conclusion. It turns out that I needn't have worried. The guy has a sat nav bolted on the dashboard and he seems to know how to use it. What I should have worried about, if I could have possibly imagined such a thing, is the 10 inch flat-screen TV which is also bolted to the dashboard. As we hurtle into central Athens down the new motorway from the airport the TV is on and driver is watching a soap opera. Occasionally he turns round to us and says "I always get really poor reception on this bit of this bend, I wonder why?"

I managed to restrain myself from shouting at the top of my voice "WHY ARE YOU WATCHING TELEVISION WHILE YOU ARE DRIVING? TURN THE FUCKING THING OFF AND KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!!! YOU FUCKING IDIOT, WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!" We don't die. We find the hotel, get married and live to take another taxi.
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