Taxi Tale 8 is a story told to me by one of my customers, as in Taxi Tale 7 this one is also about thing’s that can’t be explained. Anyone out there that believes in reincarnation, this tale is for you.
I picked up two women, they were in their late twenties or early thirties, about three weeks after my experience in Taxi Tale 7. They got in my car and asked to go to Wigan, they were off for a girlie night out and were chatting excitedly about what bars and clubs they were going to that night. One of the girls was saying to the other, “Can’t wait to get there, we’re going to have a few shots tonight”
The girl sitting directly behind me answered, “I don’t want to get too drunk tonight. I’ve got to get up early tomorrow”
“Don’t be a bore,..” her friend said “…you only live once”
Until she said that I hadn’t really spoken to them, just let them get on with their conversation. But when she said you only live once, I piped up, “So they tell us.”
Once I said that, the girl sitting behind me leaned forward between the two front seats and said, “Funny you say that”
“Why?” I asked
She then proceeded to tell me her little tale, “Well, two months before I fell pregnant with my son, my Father died. When my son was about four years old, I took him to Liverpool to see my Auntie, my Dad’s sister. At the end of my Aunties road is a little park with swings and a slide, so I decided to take my son there before we went to my Aunties house. As we approached the park my son turned to me and said in a very calm voice, “This is where I used to take you when you were a little girl.”
Her friend interrupted her by asking, “Did your dad take you there?”
“Yes.” she replied
“Is that the first time you had taken him to see your Auntie?” I asked.
Again she replied, “Yes, you know how it is, you tend to lose contact as you get older”
“How did you feel when he said that?” I asked
“All the hairs on the back of my neck stuck out, and it brought tears to my eye thinking about the time I had spent there with my dad,” she said
“So what are we saying then, there is no need to get drunk tonight because you can do it in your next life?” I asked her.
She laughed and said, “That was the only time he said anything like that and he’s never said anything weird since”
I pulled up at their destination, they paid me and as she got out, she said, “There are some weird things in the world that can’t be explained aren’t there?”
After what happened precisely three weeks earlier, there was only one answer, “Yes!”
Driving back to Skelmersdale, again the skeptical side kicked in. Was she for real? Did that incident with her son really happen? On the drive back I decided that she had no need to make that up, why would she? She told the story, like she told it a hundred times before, which she probably has.
So after my psychic friend in Taxi Tale 7 and this, my skepticism was taken a major knock, and I now believe there are things in this world, even this universe that science or religion can’t explain. Thank God, (or whoever or even whatever!!) the next passenger who I picked up that night was a drunk who could hardly talk.