Heh. Brisbane cabbies...i have a couple of stories.
Mr Samadhi & I had just met... we were out at the Tube (awesome old Brisbane club in the valley) and jumped in a cab to go home at about 5.30am. As soon as we hopped in, we were blasted with the distinct smell of amphetamine sweat. It was that bad, we had to wind the windows down... the smell was eminating from the cabbie. This guy was tweaked to his eyeballs. We told him where we were going, and he took off...literally. He was weaving in and out of traffic, talking to himself, that kind of thing. He also kept asking us where we were going. Now, neither of us were in any state to really deal with this situation (

) So when we got within decent walking range of my flat, we told him to drop us off. He screeched to a halt (so much that the wheels smoked), we paid him, got out of the cab, he took off again, and we had a nice sit down on the nature strip for a spell.

After the initial headfuck it caused, we broke into hysterical laughter.
Another time, i hopped in a cab and asked him to take me to Toombul shopping centre. It was quite late at night, he started going the wrong way, i told him so, he ignored me and kept going. I thought, "ok, this is it, i'm being abducted". I repeated that he was going the wrong way, he then mumbled sorry, and then sharply turned around and took me the right way.

I've never been as glad to see a shopping centre as i was that night.