Posted Sun Nov 22, 2015 | 177 Words | Tagged story chav

I was catching a taxi home. It had been a long day of travel and I was ready to put my feet up and relax.

The app I was using showed the picture of the driver to be a proper lad. I was quite happy, and hoped it was an actual decent photo, they didn’t tend to always be as they seemed.

He turned up and seemed quite nice. What I didn’t expect was the car, it was a fairly beaten up car, and not the usual new sports cars they used. He seemed nice enough, even though his car seemed to really smell of something. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I was tired enough I ended up falling asleep.

He woke me up and got me out of the car. I’d arrived at me mate’s party. Of course I had. Me head hurt a lot, and I wasn’t wearing me propa clothes. Me mate Ty had got some spares in his boot. What a good lad he was, propa good mate he is.