Over and over

have you ever seen that movie in which a guy wakes up every morning and he goes through the same day over and over? With taxi drivers, I feel the same.
"Sabah el kheir" "Good morning"
"Sabah el foul" "Good morning"
"Fundu' Cunrad law samaht" "Hotel Conrad please"
"Meshi" "ok"
"Inti min in? NATIONALITY?" " where are you from?"
"Ana min Italia"
"Italia!?! Gamila awy, zayy Masr, sah?""Italy? Very beautiful, like Egypt right?"
"Ayua, gamila awy, wi Masr kaman!"" Yeah, they're both very beautiful"
"Inti beautiful!""You are beautiful!"
I start staring outside, or in my bag hoping to stop the conversation
"Inti MARRIED?"
"Ayua""Yes" - makes life easier...
"Houa Masri?""Is he Egyptian?"
"Ayua"
Usually when they think you're married to an Egyptian, they start respecting you a bit more.
"Andi BABY?"
"Lissa badri" "Still early"
"Ah ah"
Usually at this point they laugh. We're almost there, my destination is approaching.
"Hena kways" "Here it's fine"
"Hena?"
"Ayua"
I get off and hand the money through the window.
"Kam?""How much did you give me? (theyalways try to ask for more money)"
But I'm already gone....................