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Middle of the night call
Big Green Cab Company's policy is that every driver must provide his or her own cell phone. This is because Big Green Cab Company no longer uses CB radios. (This actually cuts WAY down on confusion. Radios suck.)
Like probably most people, I have one cell phone. One. In addition to being how I contact my passengers when I can't find them the old-fashioned way, I also use this phone for personal stuff, and in fact have had this particular number for something like 6 years now. It's the number my family has to contact me in case of emergency. (I didn't have a home number for several of those 6 years.) So this phone stays on all the time.
I often regret that last sentence. Times like just now. You see, right now it's a bit past 4 am in Phoenix. Why am I posting now, you may ask. It's quite simple, really. At 3:20 I got a phone call. I don't know about you, but a phone call at this time tends to jerk me out of bed, adrenaline rushing for no good reason.
I looked at the calling number... nobody I know (not in my contact list) so I shut it up and laid back down... and then my phone chirped at me: they left a voicemail.
Now, my voicemail message very clearly states who I am, and says nothing about me being a cab driver. People who leave voicemails for me tend to mean them for me, personally, not me-the-cab-driver. But not this guy.
Turns out it was my last passenger from last night. I had told this fellow at about ten past 8 that he was my last ride for the night, and then I was going home and going to sleep. Apparently this fool somehow thought that "bed at 9 pm" means "available to drive at 3 am".
So now I'm wide awake, thanks to this schmuck who couldn't be bothered to call the cab company's very easy-to-remember number. F*ck you, dude. Some of us try to keep regular hours... just not me, today, I guess.
Like probably most people, I have one cell phone. One. In addition to being how I contact my passengers when I can't find them the old-fashioned way, I also use this phone for personal stuff, and in fact have had this particular number for something like 6 years now. It's the number my family has to contact me in case of emergency. (I didn't have a home number for several of those 6 years.) So this phone stays on all the time.
I often regret that last sentence. Times like just now. You see, right now it's a bit past 4 am in Phoenix. Why am I posting now, you may ask. It's quite simple, really. At 3:20 I got a phone call. I don't know about you, but a phone call at this time tends to jerk me out of bed, adrenaline rushing for no good reason.
I looked at the calling number... nobody I know (not in my contact list) so I shut it up and laid back down... and then my phone chirped at me: they left a voicemail.
Now, my voicemail message very clearly states who I am, and says nothing about me being a cab driver. People who leave voicemails for me tend to mean them for me, personally, not me-the-cab-driver. But not this guy.
Turns out it was my last passenger from last night. I had told this fellow at about ten past 8 that he was my last ride for the night, and then I was going home and going to sleep. Apparently this fool somehow thought that "bed at 9 pm" means "available to drive at 3 am".
So now I'm wide awake, thanks to this schmuck who couldn't be bothered to call the cab company's very easy-to-remember number. F*ck you, dude. Some of us try to keep regular hours... just not me, today, I guess.
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