We were about to cross the road when this little hut caught our eye. It had the most retro look and sign.
Tucked away in a sleepy little estate of Upper Thomson, it looked most quaint, and we were surprised that the door was open and it was manned.
Even the stone chairs looked circa 1960s to me. The kind they have in old Chinese schools and parks of yesteryear.
It piqued our interest so much that we (okay, I) poked my head in and asked the kindly geriatric within the office of sorts, whether this was indeed an operating taxi service for the estate.
I interrupted his TV programme but he took the time to say that it was in operation but there were very few drivers in service. I remarked that this hut must be very old and he agreed, but seemed too much of a reticent man to want to say exactly how old.
I guess this must be an added-value service for old time residents and old-time taxi drivers living nearby. More exclusive than any prestigious concierge service.