A taxi in Amsterdam made my girlfriend fucking furious!

Before I start this story, it was my girlfriend’s idea for me to write this. Hopefully, that means I won’t get in trouble and get beaten up later on. Anyway, we went to Amsterdam, because it’s a cool place. Or so I was told, by her, before we went. I can now confirm it is a cool place, but I couldn’t say for sure before we went. The only things I had heard about it before my trip was all of the stuff you think me and girlfriend did while we were there. We didn’t do any of that, so if you’re waiting for stories about us walking around like zombies looking for doughnuts, I’m sorry, but you are going to be very disappointed.

Anyway, we arrived at the airport, I refuse to try and spell it, you know the name of it. You know when you know something isn’t right from the way people are acting around you, even if you don’t speak their language? Yea, that! We found out there had been an accident and all trains had stopped. Welcome to Amsterdam. We started queuing for a bus with a shit load of other people. Every time we got close to a bus, it was full, and we waited again. After the 3rd or 4th time of this happening, we decided that we should just get a taxi.

The first taxi we tried to get could have killed us. As we were walking away from the bus stop, a gentleman shouted ‘you need a taxi?’ We said yes and starting walking over. A guard, security bloke, policemen, someone like that, then said to me ‘na, mate that dude don’t work here’ (something like that), I started walking to the queue for the taxis and looked around to see my girlfriend getting ever closer to the taxi that would kill her, take all her money, or both. I shouted over to her, she looked confused and walked over to me. I explained what the other dude said, and we joined the queue. We joined the queue with her explaining to me that it would have been very handy for her to know about this about a minute before I had told her, she was probably right!

We waited in the queue for about half an hour, got in the taxi and our Amsterdam trip finally started. My girlfriend said that she would pay for the taxi, I can’t remember why now, something to do with this trip being her idea. As we rolled along in the taxi, the price did too. I was looking around, enjoying the view, like a child does. My girlfriend nudged me and pointed at the price, I looked at the price and then looked at her. I didn’t really need to look at the price because it was reflected in the fury and fire in her eyes. A look that suggested she was going to kill me, the taxi driver and then the taxi, just out of principal.

The taxi ride took about 20 minutes, I reckon and cost 45 euros I think, I dunno, I didn’t pay (that’s the sentence that’s taken this over the line, I know, you know, she knows). I tried to cheer my girlfriend up in this time. This began to work, until she paid with anger brewing inside and we got out the taxi at what looked like a community centre. There was no way that it was hotel, and it wasn’t. We did find our hotel and it was where the taxi driver told us it was and we had a fantastic time in Amsterdam. That still didn’t stop my girlfriend from wanting to kill that taxi driver and every other we saw on the holiday though!

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