This just happened yesterday. God help me, Saturdays are getting worse.
So I pick up a wheelchair customer and what turns out to be his wife. (I thought she was one of his nurses, but whatever.) I've driven the man in the chair before, but not his wife. The man is very pleasant; his wife...
They seem to be in a hurry, so I just move with that patented Deserted Efficiency[tm] and get them where they're going. The trip is paid for by Medicaid (government health care payment assistance program), but there's a $2 copay. I forgot to mention the copay at the start of the trip, which is usually no problem, but you're damn straight I remembered to tell them at the end.
The wife said, "No there's not," and pushed her husband into the clinic.
These are not the droids I'm looking for...
I followed them in, and the husband was already in to see the dr, so I repeated myself to the wife, who proceeded to freak out about it, claiming that Big Green Cab Co is always adding the copay on, even though their Medicaid provider has supposedly told Big Green Cab Co that there are in fact no copays.
Well, excuse me for living, lady, but those copays come from your provider! They have their own little interface to Big Green Cab Co's dispatch computers, and they are the ones that enter any copay... not us.
I was forced to break out the I don't care on her. To paraphrase myself: "Lady, I'm a driver. I don't set policy and I don't set the price. You can pay me the $2 or I can call this is as refusal to pay, and then you will never get another Medicaid ride again." She continued to refuse, even after I pointed out that one of us was paying that $2, and it sure as hell wasn't going to come out of my pay.
Finally, I told her that I was calling it in to my dispatch, and went back out to my van. She followed me... shrug. As I was dialing,Satan the woman whipped out her phone and dialled. She got through to (I assume) Big Green Cab Co's Medicaid call center and screamed (screamed!) "LET ME TALK TO A SUPERVISOR -- NOW!!!" She's lucky it wasn't me on the other end; I would've hung up.
Dispatch finally answered and I told the girl (calmly, even) "Passenger says there should be no copay." Dispatcher checked the ride history... copay, no copay, copay, no copay... it was an pretty even mix. All the while, the dispatcher could hear crazy lady screaming at the poor schmuck on her phone... two feet away from my head. (I was sitting in my cab; she was standing right next to my open door. I should've closed it when she approached...)
The dispatcher finally told me she's gonna credit me with the $2 just so I could get the hell away from the nutjob. I thanked her and hung up, turned my head and said to the frothing hellbeast: "Move." Have I ever mentioned that people tell me I'm scary in person? She shut right up and practically jumped back. I closed my door, started the van, rolled the window down, and blasted some VERY loud death metal right in her face. Petty, but satisfying. Yeah, I'm expecting a complaint about this call. That's fine; I'm refusing to drive her ever again. (Her husband -- the guy who's actually in the wheelchair -- sure; he's quite pleasant. But I can refuse anybody, and I'm refusing her.)
So I pick up a wheelchair customer and what turns out to be his wife. (I thought she was one of his nurses, but whatever.) I've driven the man in the chair before, but not his wife. The man is very pleasant; his wife...
They seem to be in a hurry, so I just move with that patented Deserted Efficiency[tm] and get them where they're going. The trip is paid for by Medicaid (government health care payment assistance program), but there's a $2 copay. I forgot to mention the copay at the start of the trip, which is usually no problem, but you're damn straight I remembered to tell them at the end.
The wife said, "No there's not," and pushed her husband into the clinic.


Well, excuse me for living, lady, but those copays come from your provider! They have their own little interface to Big Green Cab Co's dispatch computers, and they are the ones that enter any copay... not us.
I was forced to break out the I don't care on her. To paraphrase myself: "Lady, I'm a driver. I don't set policy and I don't set the price. You can pay me the $2 or I can call this is as refusal to pay, and then you will never get another Medicaid ride again." She continued to refuse, even after I pointed out that one of us was paying that $2, and it sure as hell wasn't going to come out of my pay.
Finally, I told her that I was calling it in to my dispatch, and went back out to my van. She followed me... shrug. As I was dialing,
Dispatch finally answered and I told the girl (calmly, even) "Passenger says there should be no copay." Dispatcher checked the ride history... copay, no copay, copay, no copay... it was an pretty even mix. All the while, the dispatcher could hear crazy lady screaming at the poor schmuck on her phone... two feet away from my head. (I was sitting in my cab; she was standing right next to my open door. I should've closed it when she approached...)
The dispatcher finally told me she's gonna credit me with the $2 just so I could get the hell away from the nutjob. I thanked her and hung up, turned my head and said to the frothing hellbeast: "Move." Have I ever mentioned that people tell me I'm scary in person? She shut right up and practically jumped back. I closed my door, started the van, rolled the window down, and blasted some VERY loud death metal right in her face. Petty, but satisfying. Yeah, I'm expecting a complaint about this call. That's fine; I'm refusing to drive her ever again. (Her husband -- the guy who's actually in the wheelchair -- sure; he's quite pleasant. But I can refuse anybody, and I'm refusing her.)
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