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I got a taxi home today - feeling knackered and pregnant and had the most horrible taxi driver. He was ridiculously cheery in a pair of very short shorts that a man his age - with his body - shouldn't have attempted - but it would never have occurred to me to critique them. He, however, was not so circumspect. He cheerily told me as I settled into the back of the cab - he loved picking up waddling women...I smiled politely not quite sure what to say as he then went on to tell me I was huge - was i having twins? was i planning to stop working soon? could i really be due in october because i was so enormous, etc etc. It was all a bit weird because I actually only have quite a small bump - as I'm only 22 weeks - and i'm certainly not yet waddling! I've only just really started showing - though I was wearing a rather pregnancy looking top. I was surprised by this unexpected attack - but initially unphased by it - thinking 'I really don't have much of a bump - what is he on about?' I pretended to be absorbed in my phone and basically ignored him for the rest of the journey - and when we arrived at Lordship Lane and he started to make disparaging remarks about Lordship Lane I decided he was just weird and trying to pick a fight. In the end i asked him to drop me off much earlier than I needed and walked the rest of the way home. You'll not be surprised that he didn't get a tip - but now I'm kicking myself for not telling him where to get off. I've never had an experience like it with a taxi driver - usually find they're incredibly sweet.


I'm really annoyed with myself that I didn't tell him he was being rude and to shut up. And of course its made me feel really rubbish- are people really thinking - my god she's ginormous - while I happily wandering around thinking i've got a little bit of a bump? Not wearing that top again, that's for sure!


what an arse

Sounds like he was trying to get a rise out of you - well done on not completely biting his head off!


Maybe we should have and ED mum's to be mafia - a few discrete text msg's sent while on the way home and a group of us could have met you at your drop-off (and maybe between us we'd have had a few comebacks to throw at him sorted out!!) xx

I think you might have to get used to this kind of behaviour- people think pregnant woman should be chatty- wait till you have a baby and complete strangers come up and chat to you- and try and touch your baby/ stroke and poke it etc

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