So I’m standing outside the grocery store on Joe Howe last night, waiting for a cab. I wasn’t surprised that I had to wait over 30 minutes. But I WAS surprised when the long awaited cab pulled up to the curb, and some bitch RAN past me and yanked open the car door. I saw her stand outside the cab and have a short discussion with the driver, who shook his head at first and then shrugged as she got into the car.
That was the only cab that came in the entire half hour I was waiting, and I know that bitch wasn’t waiting longer than me because I saw her arrive and go into the store while I was waiting for that damn cab. I wanted to ask the driver for the name of the fare he was supposed to be picking up, but I was too far away to get his attention. I guess I could have thrown one of my crutches at the car, but I didn’t think of that until it was too late. So I called the cab company to ask for an update on my cab, and the dispatcher came back after a few seconds and told me someone had taken my cab (surprise!) and they were sending another. Don’t bother, I said, the bus will be here in five minutes.
So if you happen to be a blond girl who purchased a case of beer at the Joe Howe liquor store last night around 8:45, and you happen to be reading LTWWB, and you happen to recognize yourself in this bitch, Fuck You.
And if you happen to be a cab driver who picked up a blond girl with a case of beer instead of a red haired girl with a broken leg, Fuck You Too. —Blue coat, crutches
This article appears in Nov 4-10, 2010.
This has only happened once to me but it was a long time ago. I just take the bus or have my husband drive me when he is not working.
did you mention you had a broken leg on the first phone call? I would have. then there’s no mistake.
that and wait away from the liquor store, specify the entrance and take no prisoners! yell out – “hey bitch! that’s my cab!”
with a broken leg she should at least be embarassed by her actions even if she still took your cab.
waiting for cabs with two good legs sucks so I can’t imagine how uncomfortable it was for you.
You could just walk to your car in the parking lot instead of taking a taxi to it. Silly fat people.
No point in blaming the cabbie for this – how the hell does he know who called for the cab? If questioned, a person simply has to lie and say, Yeah, I called.
There is only one way of making sure you get a cab that you yourself called. In *your* situation, as another poster suggested, identify yourself very clearly to the dispatcher. Make sure the broken leg and cast and grocery bags and expected wait location are all clearly understood.
As for the bimbo, bear in mind that not everyone out there understands how taxis work. A lot of people think they just drift around looking for fares.
I don’t know about the rest of you…but I always give my name when I order up a cab. Chances are you tryng to guess my name & take my cab are slim to none .
yes it’s best to be very clear. i am the one-eyed trouser snake man. ie: suckulous
Your placement of the capital fs displeases me.
What a cunt.
You like that word don’t you. Lol
so painy, you like the avatar, it goes back into hiding shortly.
Your avatar makes me think of fireman calendars. 〆
yeah notso, but what a hose, hey.