October 11th, 2008

Spartacus glad thrac slave

Minor, but still.

Dear very cute Irish deliver boy,

I realize I live in a highrise and the lobby is secured and access-controlled. So, no it doesn't bother me to have to come down to the lobby to get my food. It *does*, however, bother me to get to the lobby and find you not there as expected, but instead seated in your car out in the parking lot. No, I am not walking barefoot out into the parking lot, you are bringing it to the door, as is your job. Do you sit on the curb at people's houses and expect them to come fetch? I don't think so. So please to not be rolling your eyes at me when I wait for you to bring it to the front door.

Still love cause you're adorkable and not usually a douche,
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More taxi suck

The taxi post reminded me of two taxi driver bad service experiences.

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I got in the cab and asked the driver to take me to the corner of Joseph and Tchoupitoulas.  He got to St. Joseph, which is several miles away from Joseph, and took a right and stopped.  Honest mistake, so I repeated that I live on Joseph Street, not St. Joseph.  He argued with me for a minute that there is no Joseph, only St. Joseph, which was funny, since I'd lived on Joseph for several months.  I was baffled.  "I will get out of this cab and not pay or you will continue down Tchoupitoulas until we get to my street."  He could've easily and not illegally turned around and gotten back on to Tchoupitoulas, but he kept going straight on St. Joseph till he got to Magazine and turned left.  I knew he was doing this to pad his meter and piss me off, so I made him let me out at Magazine and Joseph Street and I walked home. 

For the next one, I was living in Los Angeles in a neighborhood whose streets had been named by a complete bonehead.  I lived on West 138th Street which is exactly one block from West 138th Avenue, which is right next to West 139th Street, which is a block away from West 139th Avenue, and so on...  My dad planned on going to a bar to get drunk after my wedding, so I gave him a key to my house and a piece of paper that said (my house number) West 138th STREET, and the neighborhood I lived in.  Yes, "street" was very accented.  

My dad, plastered as planned, was dropped off at (my house number) West 138th Avenue.  He told the driver that it wasn't the right house and the driver argued with him, saying that this is the right address and that West 138th Street doesn't exist.  My dad, drunk and stubborn, told the guy off and got out of the car.  He told me that he wandered around for about 15 minutes till he finally turned the right way and saw my neighbor's SUPER BRIGHT YELLOW house.  When he told me this the next morning I hounded him for the cab company or anything that I could use to identify the driver so I could call and ream him, but my dad had no clue.  

tl;dr:  Why do drivers argue with you about where you live??

The Bus Driver That Couldn't

I don't mind getting yelled at when I deserve it; I don't even mind my own mother getting yelled at when she deserves it. This, however, is rather nutty and omgwhatthehelliswrongwithher. Here's the complaint that I wrote and am going to send to the bus company:

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So nuts, huh? Good thing I didn't initially react, or it would've reflected badly on my complaint... at least in their eyes, I think. The way I would have reacted.
[spirit pokemon] feebas

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It has been an hour and a half since my friend called Domino's, and he is literally getting the pizza as I type this.

Somehow, Take [road] to [intersection], turn right, and go all the way down; we're in the last building on the right, apartment #XXXX was too hard for our delivery driver, and he got lost.

Ordinarily, I'd go Well, he's a new driver...

He wasn't. In fact, we were told that he'd been to these apartments before.
satanic herd

Taxi woe!

I don't have a car, so if I do a large supermarket shop I use my local taxi firm. They are OK - not brilliant. I have been left waiting 30 mins past my pick up time before, but they are one of the cheapest firms in town so I keep using them.

Today I was at the supermarket and had got 6 bags of pretty heavy stuff so phoned them up. There was a family in front of me and they got picked up about 5 mins after I started waiting so I reckoned I wouldn't have much longer to wait. About 5 mins later a taxi pulled up and two girls who had not been in sight jumped in - no shopping or anything so they probably hadn't been in the store, and they weren't in sight when I phoned the taxi service. I bent down and asked the driver if he had got the right person and he just said 'I've already picked them up', and drove off.

I had a bad feeling so I rang up the taxi firm and yep, that was my taxi driving off with the two young ladies in. Grrrrr. To give the guy at the office his dues he got another taxi out to me very quick, but both him and the guy who picked me up said 'oh yeah, he (the other taxi guy) does that all the time'. WELL STOP LETTING HIM DO IT THEN!!

Not huge, I know, but the reason why we give names when we book taxis is so the taxi guy knows he is picking up the right people. If he is just going to let anyone jump in then what's the fucking point? I better not get him again!