I can see a taxi up ahead on my lane backing up. His white reverse lights beaming and signaling my unconscious to stop since if I don’t, its going to end badly. The buffoon was already committed to the Skyway ramp, about 10 feet on the incline. So I stopped, and just as I had surmised, the taxi was backing-up since it did not intend to go up the Skyway to begin with. The traffic poles on the left side of our lane that served as markers were dislodged by the taxi’s rear as it reversed to exit the ramp. I gave him the time and space he needed to make the dastardly maneuver. The traffic poles scattered on the middle-lane of the SLEX prompting the cars to stop on its tracks. The traffic enforcer stationed near the ramp saw him and was already pointing his accusing finger at the…
