I'll start by saying I don't own a car. I get around on my feet, the bus, and by the kindness of friends and family. So tonight I went to a Bud, spud and steak fundraiser hosted by my boyfriend's workplace. It was at a popular club in the city, so that we could eat, and then stay at the bar once it opened for regular business. Around 9:30, we decided to head to another bar, as this one wasn't exactly our scene. His workplace was kind enough to give us cab slips so we could get a free ride home. We called the cab company shortly after 9:30, and went outside to wait, since we assumed that 1) it's early enough in the night that they wouldn't be too busy, and 2) It's a popular place to go, so there should be cabs in the area already. Apparently these were bad assumptions.
About 20 minutes later we called back to see where the cab was. We were cold, wet and miserable. (It was, and still is, snowing wet slushy nastiness) The dispatcher said the cab was on the way. WE waited another 15 minutes, before begging the bar staff to let us back in (there are separate in and out doors, and security is pretty tight) now slightly warmer, we continued to wait, and wait, and wait some more. After almost an hour since our first call, my boyfriend called again. I'll admit that his wording was more along the lines of "where the F**K is our cab" than it perhaps should have been, but by this time we had been waiting an hour, we were cold, and we really wanted to go meet up with our friends at the other bar. The response he got? "Well you should be waiting at the door to *hotel*" I'm sorry, but when I say I want a cab to *nightclub*, you shouldn't send one to *hotel*, and magically expect me to know that is where I should be waiting. Yes, they are the same building, but the doors are on complete opposite sides.