And it's just sad.
I got sent to pick up a young girl and her friends Saturday night from Denny's @ the Lloyd Ctr. 2 girls, 2 guys, all about 18 +/- and loud. Arguing the whole way out to about 119th and NE Sandy. They changed their minds 4 times as to where they were going. Not a whole lot that can be more annoying to a cabbie. We all have our ways of getting somewhere, mine is usually the most direct. If the freeway's involved that's great, if not I'll factor in lights and traffic. The freeway is my friend.
Anyway. I get them out there, it's $29 on the meter (would have only been about $16 w/out the scenic route). They start arguing about who's going to pay what, etc. Loud, cussing, yelling at each other and bitching about how much it cost to me. I tried - once - to explain why it cost so much but they weren't listening so I gave up and just waited for them to work it out.
They all hand their money to the bigger - and I assume - older of the 4. Consequently the loudest as well. It's all in crumpled up one's. She has a handful. Starts to count it out then she says:
BG: Hey guys, I can't count this high.
Other Girl: You know I can't count that either.
Me: ahem Hey, I can count your money for you if you'd like.
BG: Ha-yell no! My momma tol' me to never trust no cab driver. Now I know's why since it cost so much to get here. I'm just looking at her in the mirror. She smirks at me and says to her friends: One'a ya'll count this.
Boy1: Whaddaya mean you cain't count that high?
BG: I don't NEED to count. My momma does it for me.
Me: Look, the meter's running while you sit here so why don't you count it out in groups of 5. When you get to 6 groups, that's thirty dollars.
BG: WHAT? I ain't PAYin' you while's we sit here. You think we's STUPID?
Me: Nope. BUT, if you're in the car, the meter's running. Count out your money and let's get going.
She started counting, slowly, when the other guy grabbed it for her and started counting. Quickly. Thankfully.
Boy2: So what all does your momma count for you if you can't count money?
BG: My momma counts my babies and tells me that if I have one more than I'll get enough money for rent on my own place.
The kid hands me my money and they get outta the car.
I almost cried. Gotta start seriously being concerned for our future.