Our Young Person approached my driver, clearly recording his number plate on her hand held electrical device, and asked him for the postcode of where he had begun his journey.
Putting on his best 'pissed off taxi-driver' voice he replied "Got no idea love".
YP "Well what road did you start from"
TD "Can't tell you that, my passenger has the right of confidentiallity"
YP "But we are The Council!"
TD " Wotever"
YP "Well can you tell me where you are going?"
TD "Can't tell you that either darlin', Data Protection"
At this point she looked to the uniformed Police Officer for support but he just shrugged his shoulders and we drove on. "Well done driver" says I and tipped him handsomely at our journeys end.
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What a great story, good for you, Banned....and the taxi driver. I would have given him a big tip too.
These nazi's who demand all sorts of private information have to me told off at every opportunity.
Well done that taxi driver. " ... she looked to the uniformed Police Officer for support ..." Stupid wee bitch.
The 'worm' turns on the very day that Snotty Macfuckwit finally leave office! Surely no coincidence?
Confidence boost alert. Hopefully all these clipboard wielding non-jobbers will be rightly viewed as the legacy of the gurning one-eyed snot muncher, and will be dismissed more and more frequently as time wears on. Should be fun ;-)
I had a similar incident myself a few years ago. I asked the census operative (or whatever they call themselves) what act of parliament required me to answer her questions. That was the end of that!
CS Thatis something that I will be looking at closely too, see if the public sector elfinsafety ban merchants start to draw their horns in now that the wind has changed.
DCMD Lice one, let's get the buggers on the run.
Bureaucrats are same everywhere. They are all looking for a way to confirm their own importance. Your driver did a great job.
Some years back I had to take a rather LONG load (on the roof rack of my Panda) from my home OOOP to Rochdale. Despite some blustery winds on the M1 and narrowly missing an accident on the way back I had an uneventful journey.
Uneventful, that is, until I was skirting round the outskirts of my home town. I found myself being flagged down for a traffic census. A rather young girl with clipboard appeared at my window and wanted to know where I had travelled that day.
Normally I'm fairly polite, but on that occasion I cracked - I abruptly told her that I had been on the road for over 10 hours, driven more than 400 miles, and not had a single delay until now, with only 3 miles left to go!!!
Sensibly, on her part, she backed down, and allowed me on my way....
Too true Woodsterman. If she had said, as an opening gambit, "how have we fucked up this road and what do you want us to do about it" I expect that my cabbie would have been much more co-operative.
microdave Yes, such let and hindrance from Officials is the more annoying the closer you get to home after a long and tiresome journey.
That's how to treat a socialist snooper - they have no fucking business asking you or the taxi driver those questions - these prying prats merely depend on people's politeness, good nature and ignorance of the law.
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