Julie: Cab 666
Me: 666
Julie: Pick up at building 1810 in The Palms for George.
Me: 10-4
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.
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