I get sent to the Dolphin on McLoughlin to pick up a dancer last night, no phone number to reach her, just "waiting inside" on the instructions.
I just happened to be driving by the Dolphin when the call came out so I got there in about 30 seconds but they are closed and don't actually have a door handle (!) on the outside of the door to get inside, understandable. But after banging on the door for a moment and not getting a response it's actually somewhat annoying to me.
I get in my cab and call the dispatcher and have them track me down a number for the business. I call and they direct me to the back door to where the bouncer will escort her out to me. The bouncer tells me they called a rival cab co. over an hour ago and hadn't heard anything so they called us and we got there within 10 minutes. :o)
We are just heading up the road to a cheesy little hotel where she is meeting her boyfriend. Her and I chat about how quick I got there, how nice it is to have a female driver, clean cab, no one hitting on her, etc.
I get her there, it's only $5.90 on the meter. She hands me $6, I thank her and tell her to have a good night. As she's getting out she looks at me in the rearview mirror ...
She: Before you ask, I don't tip cab drivers.
I just kinda looked at her for a moment ...
Me: Well, as we both work in a tip based business I can certainly understand how you wouldn't want to reward me for showing up quickly and getting you to where you wanted to be, safely and efficiently. I'm guessing that since you've already stereotyped me into the same group as all the non-english speaking, smelly, slow-driving, hitting-on-you MALE drivers then you don't mind if I stereotype you in with all the dancers-turned-hookers that don't tip because they need their money for the next crack fix, right?
She just got out of the car and slammed the door. Wouldn't be surprised if I don't hear about this one today. :o)