This takes the biscuit,

Or should I say cupcake?
This was a strange kinda day here in taxi land. One of my first fares was this packet of cupcakes, to be picked up from a cafe and delivered to some-one in an oil company, charged to a different oil company.
Now this was an easy £10. fare, but in these economic climes, when oil companies are complaining about maybe having to pay off people and cancel new contracts because of the Government's new windfall tax, doesn't it strike you as ludicrous that one such company is so frivolous to charge a cab to deliver, what appears to be either a love token or an apology?
The romantic side is somewhat lestened by the fact that the sender is not paying for it themselves.
Meanwhile my last hire of the day was an elderly gentleman who spent the better part of 4 hours shopping an a 24hour supermarket and FILLED the trunk of my SUV with the said goods, which included such awful delights as, 10 tinned steak and kidney pies, 3 plastic bags full of tea-light candles, 20 boxes of macaroni, 10 packets of Kraft macaroni cheese and about 24 easter eggs. I thought that maybe the produce was for the housing block he stayed in ( mainly elderly people) but according to his younger travelling companion, it was all his. Still he paid well and tipped double the fare.
Inbetween I picked up 3 guys who had payed £25 each to attend the Premier League Darts competition at the AECC, spent £90 on beer, left about 1 hour before the end, and stated that they had no idea who was playing nor what any of the scores were, but only went there for the atmosphere.