December 15, 2008
December 15, 2008 – Mr. Swalee’s
Julie: Cab 666
Julie: Pick up at building 1810 in The Palms for George.
For the last two months there has been this guy named George who takes a taxi from his apartment to a local Thai restaurant called Swalee’s. Problem is that the fare is $4.80, and he gives $5.00. If it was busy I wouldn’t mind, but we are in the slow season and I just waited 2 hours for this ride. When I get here it is no surprise as to where we are going.
At 97 it takes several minutes to ease himself into the taxi. After that there is the usual complaints. The noise of the radio, the cold (70 degree) weather outside, some medical condition of his etc… The whole way there he is complaining about how cold it is with the window down. I am sweating in the car and I tell him the window motor is broken in hopes that he will request another cab on the way back.
Sure enough, an hour and a half later, I get a call from the Thai restaurant. I’m pissed. I sat at the cab stand for 90 minutes for this. I go there with the window rolled down. George walks up to my car and angrily begins thrashing his cane inside my window and around the frame. The sea was angry… I yell out for him to stop it and he shouts out “I don’t want you!”
I know if I tell the office that he doesn’t want to ride with me because I have a “broken window” they will just call me to the shop to have it fixed. Since there is nothing really wrong they will quickly figure out that I lied to George to avoid picking him up, thus having to deal with a lecture that will quickly be forgotten - in addition to having several hours of my time wasted. I drive around the block and inform George that I had to pull the window up by hand. Needless to say it was a silent drive back to his apartment, as it was apparent that neither one of us was very happy.