I get sent to pick up a lady in a nice neighborhood, not really affluent, more middle class - larger than average size homes, but close together. It's in the sw hills and had just gotten completely dark. I get to the street and on the entire stretch of 2 blocks not a single home has their porch lights on and all have their mailboxes attached to their places so I can't find an address. It's somewhat irritating to me as I refuse to walk up to anyone's home that doesn't have a light on at night. I just ... won't.
I get to where I think the home should be and stop in the middle of the road, car running and try to reach dispatch to get a phone number for this lady as she isn't answering her callout. While I'm sitting there, apparently the woman had come out onto the porch and was waiting for me to drive up into the driveway and help her out, but instead of being a normal person and saying anything even somewhat normal ('Hey, I'm here.' 'I'm your fare.' or even 'HelLO???') I get "Can you get your ASS UP HERE???"
I look back over my shoulder and can just barely make out a woman standing on the porch of the home just behind where I'm parked.
Me: Are you talking to me?
She: Hell yes. You are the only cab sitting in the street aren't you? I need you to help me out.
After thinking a few choice thoughts I pull the car up into the driveway and walk up to her standing on the porch.
Me: Hi. Sorry about that. I wasn't sure where you were as no one on this street has their lights on to see the address.
She: Well, can you see it NOW?? Shit! That's not my. fucking. problem.
Me: Of course I can see it NOW, I'm standing 5 ft away from it, and it IS your problem if you want a cab to find you. Next time, turn on your porch light.
She: It's not my fucking house, I just clean it. Would you just pick up my shit so we can go. I need to get home and take my pills.
I just look at her for a moment and she gets a bit ... agitated.
She: What? You want a light? I have a light. Here. One second ... let me find it in my goddamned purse. HERE. Here's my fucking light. she pulls out a little flashlight. NOW can I get a fucking ride? and she shines her light in my eyes.
Me: Ya know what? I'm sorry, bu ...
She: Yes, you ARE sorry. And you can take that goddamned smile off your face. What? You think this is FUNNY? Are you STUPID? YOU were late. Aren't you people supposed to call when you get here?
Me: I tried calling but you didn't answer your phone and as I was saying before you interrupted me to insult me, I'm sorry, BUT I'm going to call you another cab.
She: Ex-CUSE me?
Me: Certainly. I'll excuse you as I'm SURE that's your way of saying you're sorry for being so rude, but I'm still going to call you another cab.
I turn around and head back to my car and she starts sputtering at me as I walk away ...
She: Um, Ma'am? MISS? Or whatEVER you are, you can't DO that.
Well now, THAT got my attention.
Me: And THAT is why I will never give you a ride anywhere, my Gawd you are a piece of work lady. And what I AM, is the person that hopes you have a nice wait for the next cab, I'll be sure to tell them to rush right out to get you. Have a lovely evening.
As I drive off I hear her yell at me "You fucking BITCH!!!" I make sure to laugh loud enough that she can hear me.
I called dispatch and told them what happened, the girl on the radio said "I totally understand, I took her call."