I was in a taxi earlier and the driver was one of those that likes to ask lots of direct and personal questions but doesn't like any to come back at him.
T. Driver: Where are you from?
Me: England. Yonguk saram imnida.
T: How old are you?
Me: Erm...How old are you?
T: How old are you?
Me: You first...how old are you?
T: Me, no thank you.
It went back and forth for several minutes before I relented and said I was 30. We had a decent conversation after we had got over the invasive question issue, but I hate it when taxi drivers dive straight into the "how old are you... and how many children do you have?" nonsense. It's none of their damn business who I am!
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