It’s rare to get a bad taxi in London. Kate once had one take her and her friends on a bit of a ride to get somewhere close, but by and large London cabbies are great. They’re cheerful, helpful and competent.
Ken, our cabbie today was no exception. After allowing 8 of us (four adults, four kids) in his cab, he whisked us off to Harrods to see Father Christmas. In the rush of getting out of the taxi/clown car I left my rucksack and, in it, my computer and iPad. I discovered it no more than a couple of minutes after walking down the pavement, but he was gone.
I flagged another cab down and asked if he could radio the other cabs. He couldn’t, but he gave me a main number for lost items and said that centrally they would send out a message to most of the rest of the cabs. I called and left my details and went in to Harrods.
Not more than five minutes later, my university called to inform me that a cabby had called them about a bag left in his taxi. Ken had found my student id and called the university. He returned to Harrods to deliver my bag and Christmas came a little early for me.
It’s great a great feeling to see total strangers act this way toward each other in a city of ten million people.