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A confessional taxi service for those in too much of a hurry to get to the confessional box after a speight of sinning.
Lets face it, taxi drivers yearn to have a good old chin wag, they're snoopy buggers as well.
These pimped up black taxis with their meshed partitions between the driver and passenger,
red plush interior fittings, stained glass door and rear windows and a robed driver, set the scene for those that have sinned.
Perfect for that "get me to the meeting on time" after a dirty night out on the tiles moment.
I just wanted a hair cut
TaxiCut
[theircompetitor, Feb 17 2006]
Remote confessional project
http://www.lwk.dk/f...priest_content.html
[wagster, Feb 19 2006]
ProjectCAR
http://www.projectcar.org/
Like grouphug only with your sins broadcast on a scrolling led display in traffic. [wagster, Feb 19 2006]
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Divine inspiration, guvna'. More importantly, do they go south of the river? Or do you have to confess to a *really* big sin on the way? |
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As an aside, what different types of sins are there? I count deadly, cardinal and mortal - but couldn't tell you the difference between one set and another. Or whether one lot is easier to get away with than another. |
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Forgive me cabbie, for I have sinned.. |
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How have you sinned my son.. |
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I have been secretly doing jobbies in cabs and then doing a runner on the fare. See ya!! |
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This seems often to work the other way round. A few years ago, I was sitting in the back of a minicab, waiting for my friend Debora to come down from her flat to join me. Debs was taking a rather long time, so I made the mistake of engaging the driver in conversation. I never saw his face, only an ear and the featureless, notched field of stubble around it. He started off amiably enough, explaining how he used to be in the Navy. And then he started talking about his mum, and I began to shift in my seat. And then, how he had a close relationship with his mum and then how he lived with his mum and then, just as I saw Debs coming out of the close door, "I haven't had sex in four years." Cue his snottery, muffled sobs as Debs opened the door, oblivious. |
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I don't get minicabs any more. |
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Do you pay for the distance or the severity of the sin?
or maybe just a collection plate? |
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Didn't think too much about payment, presume it may be in cash, doubt it if taxis could run on confessions or hail Marys, or possibly donations :) |
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//Didn't think too much about payment// Indulgences? |
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Inspired. Doubtless many penniless priests have moonlighted as cabdrivers to boost their income. |
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Do you genuflect to hail one? |
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Way! Back to the days of climbing out of a cab amidst a cloud of smoke and incense. |
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The cabfessional thing's ok, but the bobble crucifix on the dashboard is just so wrong. |
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Coming soon in a role reversal to curb crawling: 1800-HAIL-MARY.
Nice one! (as advised on the London Demicon) |
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If you don't tip, you get an extra penance added on. |
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from the title I thought this was a chunder-as-much-as-you-like taxi service. Which I thought was weird. |
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