Finally I got a cell phone so I can actually call car service when at the supermarket. At one place, I would have to pay someone to look after my food so I could walk nearly a block away to get to a pay phone to call someone to come get me.
This was our first trip with the phone. Fantastic. I call, and get quoted a 7-8 minute wait. Now, I know you can’t trust them 100%, but it’s gotten to the point that if it is a long wait, they tell you up front, knowing you haven’t got too much choice. Plus, it’s good for them, because if you call someone else, they don’t show up to a place with no one there.
After 15 minutes, no one. I’ve got meat, I’ve got sherbert, I’ve got hot blazing sun. I call. “Any second now,” they tell me. Another 15 minutes, they tell me he went to the wrong supermarket (on streets with names not similar at ALL to where I am), and they will be right there. This other supermarket is 5 minutes away, tops.
Fifteen minutes later than THAT, 45 minutes after this whole thing started, my car pulls up.
I don’t say anything. Sometimes it is the guy on the phone lying. I’m not going to hold it against the driver. I put my son in the back, load my groceries up, and get in. No help, but again, you don’t know if anyone has a bad back, or whatever, I can load my heavy groceries myself, even with a small child with me.
We get going and he asks me how much the ride is. I tell him I don’t know. He questions me, “The boss didn’t tell you on the phone?” No. He’s awfully annoyed, so I say that if they didn’t bother telling me it would be 45 minutes, why would they bother telling me the price?
He starts yelling at me something about how I could just take my phone and call a number of companies until one says a more acceptable time. MIND YOU, they told me 7-8 minutes, which WAS acceptable. That’s not the point, this nutjob is telling me I should waste my time and money calling EVERY CAR SERVICE IN THE AREA and see who shows up first. Stupid, besides, if I were to do that, they just wouldn’t come for me anymore. Duh.
So I yell back and he starts yelling in Russian. Whatever. So I whip my phone out and call them ONE MORE DAMN TIME. I tell them that I am calling to find out the price, and that the driver is mad at me because I did not know the price. I also tell them that he had a brilliant idea, that next time I should call someone else. They’re apologetic — he’s still yelling in Russian, this time into the radio to I guess someone else that works for them.
“And I would LOVE to know what he’s been saying this whole time in Russian! I am SO SORRY I called the wrong car service, I didn’t know you had to be from a certain place to use it!” Guy apologizes more, tells me it is $6, and we hang up.
We get to my turn, guy makes no indication of turning (like moving in the right lane). I try to tell him, “You have to turn here, it’s the last chance to turn to get me where I am going.” What do I know, right? Any further, you wind up in the water. So he has to make a u-turn before winding up on the parkway to Long Island. Fine. Pulls over, pops open the trunk, I get out.
He comes out to collect his money, not to help. I hand him a $20. Normally I say how much change I want, which is usually about $2 added to the ride price. I just take everything out, take all my singles back. (That is what he gave me. Singles.)
I shut the trunk and walk away, steaming. This is my first time I have ever gone without tipping a car service driver. I also left the passenger door open, apparently.
He yells at me rudely to shut the door.
I start to walk towards it, and think the better of it. I tell him, “No.”
He yells at me, demands that I close the door. I laugh and tell him he has to be kidding.
Well if the Russian he was ranting before sounded angry, he must’ve been cursing out me, my parents, my children, my cat, my God above and the devil below. That man was FURIOUS. I was laughing so hard at this point, thrilled that I made his day almost as miserable as he made mine.