I have very little experience with taxis. The town I grew up in, and live in again, is too small for that. Only when I was in college did I use a taxi on any kind of regular basis...and it just so happened that my co-worker and good friend's boyfriend was a taxi driver. We still call him Jimmy the cab driver even though he quit years ago.

Actually, I do have a fascinating story- but it's about Jimmy, and my Uncle John.
See Jimmy was a genius. I'm not being snarky or exaggerating, once upon a time he worked in a high level government job as a translator and was on his way to becoming an ambassador--I can't remember for what country, but he spoke like twelve languages fluently. Then one day he realized he was absolutely miserable. That he was living his parents wishes for his life. So he quit and moved to the small city of Auburn and became a cab driver. What does this have to do with my uncle? Well my uncle is also a genius, at least with numbers. Have you ever seen Good Will Hunting? That's my uncle. You could put any equation in front of him and he would solve it. You could hold a calculator and ask him what 324x245x213x456 was, and he'd have the answer before the calculator displayed it. Unlike Jimmy he skipped the whole part of doing something with it and went directly to being a cab driver. I kid you not.

Your stories definitely do not make one desire to spend a lot of time on the road in the Philippines, haha!