1 {scene: a street in Tripoli}
1 Monty: Tripoli! Now to get to the Classical Museum.
2 Prof. Jones: Let's take a taxi.
3 Minnesota Jones: I did a stint as a taxi driver in my younger days.
4 Monty: Why did you stop?
4 Minnesota Jones: I learnt how to drive.

I heard this joke the other day and fell over laughing so hard that I had to do my part to distribute it more widely.

I think the thing I hate most about taxi drivers is how they think that turning on their hazard lights gives them the authority to stop and pick up or set down passengers anywhere. Like in the middle of a tow-away no-stopping zone on a busy road, 3 metres before an intersection in which I need to be in the kerbside lane to make the turn I need to make!

No reason in particular, no, why do you ask?