Greek Taxi Stories #4

Gay

It averages out at about every other time I get in a taxi with my wife (who is Greek) the conversation goes something like this:
Taxi Driver: So are you Greek?
Wife: Yes, but I live in England.
TD: (as if I'm not there) and what? This is your English boyfriend?
Wife: Husband actually.
TD: Husband? But all Englishmen are gay aren't they? Wife: Well, maybe not all of them. TD: No, no, you're wrong everybody knows that, all Englishmen are gay!
Me: [Thinks] I'm here you know! I can hear this!
TD:[Probably thinks] He can hear this and he's not doing anything manly like trying to strangle me while I'm driving - obvious proof that he's GAY!
Wife: [As politely as she can manage] Maybe I know a bit more about this than you?
TD: Yeah, yeah. I suppose, you have to say that, but if ever you want a real man, you should get with a Greek taxi driver love.
Wife: Thank you, I'll bear that in mind.
[Rest of journey continues in awkward silence while I try to look manly in the rear-view mirror]

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