Story the first:
I'm picking up a passenger from a large apartment complex. While I wait for him to come down to the cab, a woman approaches...
her: Do you have a cigarette?
me: Sorry, I don't smoke.
her: Could I have a free ride to the store real quick?
me:
No.
Yes, she literally asked for a free ride. That's a first for me. Even better, as we were leaving, she asked me to come back afterward to (again) give her a free ride! (Never mind that my passenger's destination was 12 miles away...) Sorry lady, but I'm not a charity.
Story the second:
Bit o' background: Here in Desert Hell, the Cab Co That Is Yellow has an exclusive contract with the city to provide cab service at the airport. (All cabs there are actually owned by the same company, regardless of name or color.) Any cab can drop off at the airport, but we are strictly forbidden to pick up passengers anywhere on airport property (to the tune of a $650 fine).
So, I'm dropping off a group of customers. As they are leaving, an obviously-tipsy man approaches. Fortunately, I have already locked my doors and rolled the windows up. I crack open the window nearest him and give him my standard spiel:
me: I'm sorry sir, I can't pick up anyone at the airport, but there is a cab stand right downstairs, they'd be happy to take you wherever you need to go.
drunk: But I just want to get a beer!
me: (thinking: Plenty of bars right behind you in the terminal.) I'm sorry sir, but I simply can't do it.
drunk: Well, what are you going to do about it?
me: I'm going to leave my doors locked.
Drunky McDrunkenstein then proceeds to try the handle on both doors on the passenger side anyway, before confusedly wandering away.
(For the record, had he gotten in, I would have flagged down the police standing roughly 50 feet away, and let THEM deal with him.)
Story the third: (Grab a drink, this one's long.)
Background: Big Green Cab Co has contracts with several medical organizations to transport their patients. When picking them up, I have to verify that I have the right person, and where we're going.
I'm picking up a woman from one of those providers. I call her name out in the waiting room, and an Oriental (IMPORTANT DETAIL) woman approaches. I say the name I have and she says "Yes."
I get her in the cab and read off the destination address I have, and again she tells me, "Yes." She then tells me something that I completely fail to understand. (Another IMPORTANT DETAIL!) She repeats it several times, and each time I tell her that I don't understand. Finally, she says, "Go."
...okay.
So, I take her to the drop-off, a group home. I ask her, "Here, right?" She looks confused and slowly says, "No...?" Hmm... I park the car, knock on the door, and tell an employee what's going on. He comes out to the cab, opens the door, and says...
(wait for it)
"That's not [passenger name]."
It occurred to me then that what she had been telling me earlier was possibly her name. I asked for her name, and I (eventually) got a very Oriental name out of her. Unfortunately, it was just close enough to the straight-out-of-the-Bible first name I had on the board that she had probably assumed I had called her name, but mangled it horribly.
Oh, and it turned out that she didn't really speak English. Based on what came out of her mouth, I'm guessing some form of Chinese. (Normally not a problem for this type of call.)
So, I called dispatch and told the dispatcher what had happened. After quite a bit of back-and-forth involving her, someone else at the company, and at least 2 people at the medical office, it's decided that:
A) I'm an idiot. (Because I should totally have known that the woman answering to the name I called wasn't my passenger, right? Must've forgotten to pay my "psychic abilities" bill this month.)
B) I should've checked out with the front desk at the office because she didn't speak English. (Even though she answered my two questions with "Yes." I had the impression that she at least understood me.)
C) I'm not getting paid for the trip I just finished. (Another 12-mile trip, dammit!)
D) I am getting paid for the trip to where the woman actually lives. (15-mile trip, so not too bad, but she lives less then 3 miles away from the medical office... and less than a mile away from me.)
E) Because of the complete fiasco this trip has turned into, a very specific set of (time-consuming but not difficult) requirements is laid on me, because I'm obviously an idiot. (See also point A above.)
As an added bonus, one of the people involved in sorting out this mess is one of my supervisors (in my capacity as an on-the-road trainer). After this ride was over, I had to go to his office for unrelated reasons, and I got a (fortunately light-hearted) ration of
for this.
...and tomorrow's Friday. This will be... interesting.
I'm picking up a passenger from a large apartment complex. While I wait for him to come down to the cab, a woman approaches...
her: Do you have a cigarette?
me: Sorry, I don't smoke.
her: Could I have a free ride to the store real quick?
me:

Yes, she literally asked for a free ride. That's a first for me. Even better, as we were leaving, she asked me to come back afterward to (again) give her a free ride! (Never mind that my passenger's destination was 12 miles away...) Sorry lady, but I'm not a charity.
Story the second:
Bit o' background: Here in Desert Hell, the Cab Co That Is Yellow has an exclusive contract with the city to provide cab service at the airport. (All cabs there are actually owned by the same company, regardless of name or color.) Any cab can drop off at the airport, but we are strictly forbidden to pick up passengers anywhere on airport property (to the tune of a $650 fine).
So, I'm dropping off a group of customers. As they are leaving, an obviously-tipsy man approaches. Fortunately, I have already locked my doors and rolled the windows up. I crack open the window nearest him and give him my standard spiel:
me: I'm sorry sir, I can't pick up anyone at the airport, but there is a cab stand right downstairs, they'd be happy to take you wherever you need to go.
drunk: But I just want to get a beer!
me: (thinking: Plenty of bars right behind you in the terminal.) I'm sorry sir, but I simply can't do it.
drunk: Well, what are you going to do about it?
me: I'm going to leave my doors locked.
Drunky McDrunkenstein then proceeds to try the handle on both doors on the passenger side anyway, before confusedly wandering away.
(For the record, had he gotten in, I would have flagged down the police standing roughly 50 feet away, and let THEM deal with him.)
Story the third: (Grab a drink, this one's long.)
Background: Big Green Cab Co has contracts with several medical organizations to transport their patients. When picking them up, I have to verify that I have the right person, and where we're going.
I'm picking up a woman from one of those providers. I call her name out in the waiting room, and an Oriental (IMPORTANT DETAIL) woman approaches. I say the name I have and she says "Yes."
I get her in the cab and read off the destination address I have, and again she tells me, "Yes." She then tells me something that I completely fail to understand. (Another IMPORTANT DETAIL!) She repeats it several times, and each time I tell her that I don't understand. Finally, she says, "Go."

So, I take her to the drop-off, a group home. I ask her, "Here, right?" She looks confused and slowly says, "No...?" Hmm... I park the car, knock on the door, and tell an employee what's going on. He comes out to the cab, opens the door, and says...
(wait for it)
"That's not [passenger name]."

Oh, and it turned out that she didn't really speak English. Based on what came out of her mouth, I'm guessing some form of Chinese. (Normally not a problem for this type of call.)
So, I called dispatch and told the dispatcher what had happened. After quite a bit of back-and-forth involving her, someone else at the company, and at least 2 people at the medical office, it's decided that:
A) I'm an idiot. (Because I should totally have known that the woman answering to the name I called wasn't my passenger, right? Must've forgotten to pay my "psychic abilities" bill this month.)
B) I should've checked out with the front desk at the office because she didn't speak English. (Even though she answered my two questions with "Yes." I had the impression that she at least understood me.)
C) I'm not getting paid for the trip I just finished. (Another 12-mile trip, dammit!)
D) I am getting paid for the trip to where the woman actually lives. (15-mile trip, so not too bad, but she lives less then 3 miles away from the medical office... and less than a mile away from me.)
E) Because of the complete fiasco this trip has turned into, a very specific set of (time-consuming but not difficult) requirements is laid on me, because I'm obviously an idiot. (See also point A above.)
As an added bonus, one of the people involved in sorting out this mess is one of my supervisors (in my capacity as an on-the-road trainer). After this ride was over, I had to go to his office for unrelated reasons, and I got a (fortunately light-hearted) ration of

...and tomorrow's Friday. This will be... interesting.
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