'round about 3. It went like this:
He: Is this Trixie the cab driver?
Me: Yup. Can I help you?
He: I don't know if you'll remember me but you gave me a ride home about a week ago. I was really drunk ... ?
Me: Doesn't really narrow it down for me, did you do anything specific that made you memorable?
He: You said I was sufficiently hot. That ring a bell?
Me: No I didn't. I would never say something like that.
He: You did. I SWEAR.
Me: Wait ... wait ... I'm getting a flash here ... I said you were incipiently hot.
He: You said ... wait ... what? What's that mean?
Me: You were almost hot but not quite there yet. But that's neither here or there. You in need of a ride?
He: Yeah. Can you come get me?
Me: Possibly. Where and when?
He: I'm at the Justice Center downtown. And I'm hoping soon.
Me: Ah. Gotcherfineself arrested didja?
He: Yeah. Something stupid. Can you come and get me?
Me: Sure. Be about ... 15. That work for ya?
He: Yes. Please! Oh, and ... well ... ummmm ...
Me: Spit it out. Wassup?
He: Well, I'm hoping you can bail me out.
Me: ...
He: Still there?
Me: You're shittin' me right?
He: No. I don't know who else to call. Pleeeeeeease??
Me: There has GOT to be someone else you can call.
He: No. I tried my folks, they aren't answering the phone. My friends aren't allowed to have their phones on this late. I'm stuck here and need some help!
Me: Well, I'm certainly not going to bail you out of jail BUT I will drive to your folks house and try to wake them up. You're off South Shore drive in Lake O right?
He: Really? You'd do that?! Oh wow ... that is so cool of you!
etc etc
I woke up his folks. They weren't exactly happy, but they were glad I went 'n got them up.
10/21/08
I walked in on the middle of a conversation this a.m. ...
while getting gas at the Shell station, and I'm sure the first part of this conversation had to have been fascinating. Two ppl behind the counter, one foreign girl and American guy and customer, a National Guard guy.
She: You know who I think should be President?? Steven Seagal. I think he'd kick ass all over those foreigners.
Color me intrigued.
He1: Yeah!! Good choice! What about Schwarzeneggar? Didn't you see "Predator"?? He would totally kick Seagal ass AND the rest of the world.
She: Yeah, too bad he can't be president because he wasn't born here. I can't believe that's a LAW.
NGguy: You know the problem is that we live in the cesspool of the world. That's what I'm here for ... to clean up this country and make it what it used to be ... SAFE for the American people.
I was just standing there smiling at them all. Apparently it didn't look like a genuine smile 'cuz the guy behind the counter had to ask me who I thought should be President.
Me: Aw hell. I'm thinking that if you ppl are going to elect another actor into office it should be Chuck Norris, 'cuz really, who has EVER beat him? No one.
All of them agreed with me. It was quiet for a second while I paid for my fuel so I had to ask:
Me: Are ya'll planning on voting next month?
Two behind the counter said no. Nat Guard guy said yes.
Me: looking at the two behind the counter It's a damned shame you two aren't voting.
And I left.
She: You know who I think should be President?? Steven Seagal. I think he'd kick ass all over those foreigners.
Color me intrigued.
He1: Yeah!! Good choice! What about Schwarzeneggar? Didn't you see "Predator"?? He would totally kick Seagal ass AND the rest of the world.
She: Yeah, too bad he can't be president because he wasn't born here. I can't believe that's a LAW.
NGguy: You know the problem is that we live in the cesspool of the world. That's what I'm here for ... to clean up this country and make it what it used to be ... SAFE for the American people.
I was just standing there smiling at them all. Apparently it didn't look like a genuine smile 'cuz the guy behind the counter had to ask me who I thought should be President.
Me: Aw hell. I'm thinking that if you ppl are going to elect another actor into office it should be Chuck Norris, 'cuz really, who has EVER beat him? No one.
All of them agreed with me. It was quiet for a second while I paid for my fuel so I had to ask:
Me: Are ya'll planning on voting next month?
Two behind the counter said no. Nat Guard guy said yes.
Me: looking at the two behind the counter It's a damned shame you two aren't voting.
And I left.
10/15/08
Yeah, well, HERE'S some attitude for ya!
Hey ya'll, more thoughts on the last post. It started out as a rebuttal, and I was just going to leave a comment, but it got to be too much and decided to post it here for ya'll to have your say.
Yes, our co is much larger. We generally have about 4-5 dispatchers at any given time and all they do is answer the phone. We have about 20 people in our office to deal w/everything else and a lot lizard to deal directly w/the drivers. They hand out spare cars, do inspections, that sorta stuff so we rarely talk to the dispatchers other than on the radio.
Our dispatchers are not given any sort of power over us because our company understands that without drivers there would be no company. Yes, there are limits, and yes, we are certainly expendable, and Lord know there are plenty of people in line to take our jobs, but for the most part the drivers really are the important part of the company.
I don't know how this person comes off on the radio but I know that most of the dispatchers I've spoken with, at all cab companies, hate drivers. We're all quite low on the human totem pole to them. For that matter, to most of the people that get in our cabs as well. And I'm trying not to generalize here, because Lord knows there are bad drivers out here as well.
Not that this is a shock to any of you. This is a service industry job and most folk don't respect those in the service industry. Just the way it is. Sadly.
Yanno what? Just to make this interesting, I'm going to throw an opinion (or two) out here.
I WORK for a living. Not in an office, but I still work. 12 hrs a day, often 7 days a week. I pay my taxes. I vote. I don't litter. I don't abuse children or animals. (Drunks are a whole different type of animal :o) I've never been to jail or prison. I've not had illegitimate children so I could live off your money just because I can.
I did not go to college to become a cab driver but I needed a job one day so I did what all hard-working, conscientious Americans do ... I took whatever I could get to pay the rent. Which is more than a lot of American people are willing to do.
People complain about foreigners coming to this country and taking our jobs. Well ...
A) Our government has always allowed this. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that how this country was started? Didn't everyone come from somewhere else? Except the Indians and what happened to them? Exactly what's happening to us now, but on a larger scale. But we are allowing it, they were overwhelmed and practically wiped out.
B) A lot of people are too LAZY to work.
C) A lot of people are too good to flip burgers. Or clean up after people. Or drive cabs.
I've never mistreated anyone while I've done this job. But yes, sometimes my attitude can be a bit much. If you're not in my cab and doing something stupid, you probably wouldn't even see it.
And just because a lot of folks don't know how the cab biz is run in Portland here's a simple synopsis: we lease our cars from the company. The only money we make is from our customers. the company gives us nothing, monetarily. I PAY for the joy of working. When you include gas, I pay out more than twice what's considered poverty level for this country in a year. (Read that again to make sure you understand). I have to CLEAR this amount, and then make more to live on. Think about that.
Other cities pay their drivers, hourly or otherwise and give them benefits, etc., and still others are run differently. I make the best of my situation/job, and sometimes even enjoy it. Can a lot of other people say that? Really?? One of the reasons I can approach this job, and my customers the way I do is because I know that - for the most part- these people can't bring me down with THEIR attitudes.
Whew. That's all I have for now. Flay away at me. I'll try n' work up some sort of enthusiastic rebuttal.
*muah*
Yes, our co is much larger. We generally have about 4-5 dispatchers at any given time and all they do is answer the phone. We have about 20 people in our office to deal w/everything else and a lot lizard to deal directly w/the drivers. They hand out spare cars, do inspections, that sorta stuff so we rarely talk to the dispatchers other than on the radio.
Our dispatchers are not given any sort of power over us because our company understands that without drivers there would be no company. Yes, there are limits, and yes, we are certainly expendable, and Lord know there are plenty of people in line to take our jobs, but for the most part the drivers really are the important part of the company.
I don't know how this person comes off on the radio but I know that most of the dispatchers I've spoken with, at all cab companies, hate drivers. We're all quite low on the human totem pole to them. For that matter, to most of the people that get in our cabs as well. And I'm trying not to generalize here, because Lord knows there are bad drivers out here as well.
Not that this is a shock to any of you. This is a service industry job and most folk don't respect those in the service industry. Just the way it is. Sadly.
Yanno what? Just to make this interesting, I'm going to throw an opinion (or two) out here.
I WORK for a living. Not in an office, but I still work. 12 hrs a day, often 7 days a week. I pay my taxes. I vote. I don't litter. I don't abuse children or animals. (Drunks are a whole different type of animal :o) I've never been to jail or prison. I've not had illegitimate children so I could live off your money just because I can.
I did not go to college to become a cab driver but I needed a job one day so I did what all hard-working, conscientious Americans do ... I took whatever I could get to pay the rent. Which is more than a lot of American people are willing to do.
People complain about foreigners coming to this country and taking our jobs. Well ...
A) Our government has always allowed this. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that how this country was started? Didn't everyone come from somewhere else? Except the Indians and what happened to them? Exactly what's happening to us now, but on a larger scale. But we are allowing it, they were overwhelmed and practically wiped out.
B) A lot of people are too LAZY to work.
C) A lot of people are too good to flip burgers. Or clean up after people. Or drive cabs.
I've never mistreated anyone while I've done this job. But yes, sometimes my attitude can be a bit much. If you're not in my cab and doing something stupid, you probably wouldn't even see it.
And just because a lot of folks don't know how the cab biz is run in Portland here's a simple synopsis: we lease our cars from the company. The only money we make is from our customers. the company gives us nothing, monetarily. I PAY for the joy of working. When you include gas, I pay out more than twice what's considered poverty level for this country in a year. (Read that again to make sure you understand). I have to CLEAR this amount, and then make more to live on. Think about that.
Other cities pay their drivers, hourly or otherwise and give them benefits, etc., and still others are run differently. I make the best of my situation/job, and sometimes even enjoy it. Can a lot of other people say that? Really?? One of the reasons I can approach this job, and my customers the way I do is because I know that - for the most part- these people can't bring me down with THEIR attitudes.
Whew. That's all I have for now. Flay away at me. I'll try n' work up some sort of enthusiastic rebuttal.
*muah*
10/14/08
Hey now, check this comment out ...
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Your cab company is obviously bigger than mine. Maybe the division of labor is one of the reasons your dispatcher has less power. Where I work as a dispatcher that means I answer the calls, take the orders, deal w/ the customer service issues, dispatch the orders, do general office work etc etc etc and there's only one person here at a time. We have what we call a 10-x. If the dispatcher 10-x's you you are not permitted to work for however many days you are 10-x'd for. You're lucky he seems to not be able to do that because if a driver copped the attitude you present yourself as having much of the time with customers in your blog w/ me and then played that income card I'd 10-x you for a month.
For the love of Pete. Now I'm irritated. I hate when I feel I have to justify myself. Bah.
Edited to add: I did NOT scream all that. It's normal-sized in my editing screen. Blessed Blogger.
10/8/08
An older draft found in my archives, not published.
1) I get sent to outer SE Ptld to pick up a lady early one morning and take her for her daily meth dose at the clinic. I have about 10 mins before I'm due there and only a few blocks away so I stop to watch the ducks wander around the side of the road near a tiny little pond where they apparently live.
They're waddling along, being just as cute as ducks and baby ducks can be. As they start to cross the road a SUV comes from the other direction and has to stop to let them go by. The other driver and I exchange smiles and watch the ducks when I notice something ... odd. I did a double take, then got out of my car 'cause one of these poor little baby ducks has a DART sticking out of the side of it's neck!!! The lady asks me what's going on, I tell her and she gets out to try and help me herd the poor little duckie to one of us so we could do ... something. I dunno what. The momma duck hustles her babies away from the big mean people and off into the lake. I called the p.d. They said they would send someone out.
2) I had this girl get in my cab crying, quietly in the backseat. She tells me where to go, and if I could, get her there quickly. I take off. We're at 15th NE Alberta going to St. Johns. I get to MLK to go N and as I pull up the light turns red for me. I whip up to the corner and take a quick look left, there is only one car coming at me in the inside lane. So I jump on the gas and whip out into the outer lane to get out of the way. Well, turns out this one car was a cop. And he pulled me over. I turned off the meter, apologized and had a nice, loooong chat with the cop. He was angry. He didn't care that I pulled out in the far lane to get out of his way.
I ran the red light and pulled out into the wrong lane. blah blah. This guy read me the riot act. Up, down. Everything.
He: You know that if I wrote you a ticket you would lose your license, right?
Me: No chance. I've only had 2 tickets in my entire 30 yrs of driving and they were both over 5 years ago.
He: This is 2 violations in one incident. Yes, you COULD lose your license and since you drive for a living you might want to seem a little more concerned about it.
Instead of being concerned, I argued. Cuz that's just what I do. Especially when I feel someone is trying to belittle me in front of someone else. So we chatted. For quite awhile. Finally I say ...
Me: Dude, either write me a ticket or let me go. This girl has some place she has to be.
He: looks at the girl in the back, crying All right. Just because I don't want YOU to waste any more of your customers time I'm going to let you go, but you need to be a LOT more careful.
They're waddling along, being just as cute as ducks and baby ducks can be. As they start to cross the road a SUV comes from the other direction and has to stop to let them go by. The other driver and I exchange smiles and watch the ducks when I notice something ... odd. I did a double take, then got out of my car 'cause one of these poor little baby ducks has a DART sticking out of the side of it's neck!!! The lady asks me what's going on, I tell her and she gets out to try and help me herd the poor little duckie to one of us so we could do ... something. I dunno what. The momma duck hustles her babies away from the big mean people and off into the lake. I called the p.d. They said they would send someone out.
2) I had this girl get in my cab crying, quietly in the backseat. She tells me where to go, and if I could, get her there quickly. I take off. We're at 15th NE Alberta going to St. Johns. I get to MLK to go N and as I pull up the light turns red for me. I whip up to the corner and take a quick look left, there is only one car coming at me in the inside lane. So I jump on the gas and whip out into the outer lane to get out of the way. Well, turns out this one car was a cop. And he pulled me over. I turned off the meter, apologized and had a nice, loooong chat with the cop. He was angry. He didn't care that I pulled out in the far lane to get out of his way.
I ran the red light and pulled out into the wrong lane. blah blah. This guy read me the riot act. Up, down. Everything.
He: You know that if I wrote you a ticket you would lose your license, right?
Me: No chance. I've only had 2 tickets in my entire 30 yrs of driving and they were both over 5 years ago.
He: This is 2 violations in one incident. Yes, you COULD lose your license and since you drive for a living you might want to seem a little more concerned about it.
Instead of being concerned, I argued. Cuz that's just what I do. Especially when I feel someone is trying to belittle me in front of someone else. So we chatted. For quite awhile. Finally I say ...
Me: Dude, either write me a ticket or let me go. This girl has some place she has to be.
He: looks at the girl in the back, crying All right. Just because I don't want YOU to waste any more of your customers time I'm going to let you go, but you need to be a LOT more careful.
9/27/08
It almost scares me how funny I find this one.
I got sent to go pick up a younger-ish lady from BFE Gresham last night 'round about 1:30a. I get there, she's pretty drunk, but not overly. She's been drunk-dialing this fella that she met just a coupla nights before at a bar. They're texting back n' forth and what it comes down to is he is paying the cab to bring her to him. He lives just off downtown, NE.
She's gushing all over about what a great guy he is. Surprisingly still single and no children. Blah, blah, what a great guy.
I get her down there, she sends him a text saying she's there. He sends one back saying he'll meet her at the door (secure building). She leaves her stuff in the cab and walks up to the door. Right then a woman in a car w/the lights off pulls up next to her, on the street, honks to get her attention, calls her a bitch, takes her picture with a cell phone and yells "Just thought you'd like to know I have his cell phone. I'm the one sending you texts for the last hour. Whore!" Then drives off.
I'm doing my damnest to not laugh at her (where she can hear me) as she gets back in the car.
She: Shit. Now what am I going to do?
Me: I take it from that comment you don't have any money.
She: I have $15.
Me: Well, it's $40. Whatcha gonna do about this?
She: I don't know. Let me call my roommate.
She tells her what's going on and apparently the roommate asked to speak with me. Meanwhile the meter's running.
Me: Yes?
She2: Hi. You know what's going on with my girl there right?
Me: Yup. I was here for it all.
She2: Well, I got $20. My girl says she has $15. Is $35 going to be enough for you?
Me: No. The meter's at $40 and it's going to take another $40 to get her back to you to get the rest of the money.
She2: What the ... Well, I tell you what, that's just going to HAVE to do. If that's not good enough then I don't know how to help you so you're going to have to take the $35.
Me: Well, actually, no I don't HAVE to take the $35. And just for the record, I don't really care if you can help me or not ... it's not YOU that's going to jail.
I handed the phone back to the girl in the backseat. She starts throwing a fit on the phone about going to jail. I can hear the roommate telling her she isn't going to pay the fare so I pick up my phone and start dialing Multnomah non-emergency. Now she's crying and begging on the phone so the roommate agrees to pay the fare.
I get her back there, it's just over $90. The roommate hands me 5 20's off a stack that's about an inch thick and is cussing up a storm the whole time. I just take my money and leave.
So girls, let this be a lesson to you, never leave home without cab fare. Even if he says he's paying.
She's gushing all over about what a great guy he is. Surprisingly still single and no children. Blah, blah, what a great guy.
I get her down there, she sends him a text saying she's there. He sends one back saying he'll meet her at the door (secure building). She leaves her stuff in the cab and walks up to the door. Right then a woman in a car w/the lights off pulls up next to her, on the street, honks to get her attention, calls her a bitch, takes her picture with a cell phone and yells "Just thought you'd like to know I have his cell phone. I'm the one sending you texts for the last hour. Whore!" Then drives off.
I'm doing my damnest to not laugh at her (where she can hear me) as she gets back in the car.
She: Shit. Now what am I going to do?
Me: I take it from that comment you don't have any money.
She: I have $15.
Me: Well, it's $40. Whatcha gonna do about this?
She: I don't know. Let me call my roommate.
She tells her what's going on and apparently the roommate asked to speak with me. Meanwhile the meter's running.
Me: Yes?
She2: Hi. You know what's going on with my girl there right?
Me: Yup. I was here for it all.
She2: Well, I got $20. My girl says she has $15. Is $35 going to be enough for you?
Me: No. The meter's at $40 and it's going to take another $40 to get her back to you to get the rest of the money.
She2: What the ... Well, I tell you what, that's just going to HAVE to do. If that's not good enough then I don't know how to help you so you're going to have to take the $35.
Me: Well, actually, no I don't HAVE to take the $35. And just for the record, I don't really care if you can help me or not ... it's not YOU that's going to jail.
I handed the phone back to the girl in the backseat. She starts throwing a fit on the phone about going to jail. I can hear the roommate telling her she isn't going to pay the fare so I pick up my phone and start dialing Multnomah non-emergency. Now she's crying and begging on the phone so the roommate agrees to pay the fare.
I get her back there, it's just over $90. The roommate hands me 5 20's off a stack that's about an inch thick and is cussing up a storm the whole time. I just take my money and leave.
So girls, let this be a lesson to you, never leave home without cab fare. Even if he says he's paying.
9/21/08
"And what do you suppose I named my daughter?"
I got sent to this nasty little neighborhood to pick up this lady and take her a short distance away. We got off to a good start, laughing about something someone in the parking lot was doing and whatnot. And then it happened ... my mouth outpaced my brain. Again.
She: I have to go buy my son some birthday presents later today.
Me: How old is your son?
She: He just turned 13.
Me: Wow. He's a teenager now. You excited about that?
She: No. Courvoisier has quite the mouth on him. I don't think it's going to get better as he gets older.
Me: I think that's a boy thing. They don't get any better as they get older.
She: Ain't that the truth.
Me: So you named your son Courvoisier? That's actually kinda cool. One I hadn't heard before.
She: Yeah. My sister named her daughter Brandy so I had to come up with something higher class. We both laughed at that.
Me: Shoot. Too bad you didn't have twins you could have named the other Hennessy. :o) I thought it was funny. Silly me.
She: Actually, his little brother IS named Hennessy.
Me: Well there ya go. :o) Still thinking we were laughing about it. To be fair, she laughed at that.
She: And what do you suppose I named my daughter?
Me: In keeping with the "classy" alcohols, I would guess Cristal.
She: No. We had just stopped and she was paying me at this point. Her name is not Cristal, you racist bitch.
Me: WHAT? It's not like I said you named her Alize'. Jeez.
She got out and slammed the door.
Damn. Whaddaya say to that?
She: I have to go buy my son some birthday presents later today.
Me: How old is your son?
She: He just turned 13.
Me: Wow. He's a teenager now. You excited about that?
She: No. Courvoisier has quite the mouth on him. I don't think it's going to get better as he gets older.
Me: I think that's a boy thing. They don't get any better as they get older.
She: Ain't that the truth.
Me: So you named your son Courvoisier? That's actually kinda cool. One I hadn't heard before.
She: Yeah. My sister named her daughter Brandy so I had to come up with something higher class. We both laughed at that.
Me: Shoot. Too bad you didn't have twins you could have named the other Hennessy. :o) I thought it was funny. Silly me.
She: Actually, his little brother IS named Hennessy.
Me: Well there ya go. :o) Still thinking we were laughing about it. To be fair, she laughed at that.
She: And what do you suppose I named my daughter?
Me: In keeping with the "classy" alcohols, I would guess Cristal.
She: No. We had just stopped and she was paying me at this point. Her name is not Cristal, you racist bitch.
Me: WHAT? It's not like I said you named her Alize'. Jeez.
She got out and slammed the door.
Damn. Whaddaya say to that?
9/18/08
Hey now, I gotta story for you ...
I got sent to the Acropolis (fairly popular strip joint just S of downtown) to pick up a coupla guys 'round about 1:45a last night. One guy gets in the cab (He1), 2 others are trying to convince a 3rd that they needed to leave. Took 'em about 5 minutes to do that so the 1st guy and I chatted for a bit. They were all pretty drunk, bachelor party. These are older guys, all mid-late 30's and the last of their group is finally "falling". We're heading to Oregon City (further south by about 15 minutes) so we have some time so they can tell me their "story".
After we're going ...
He#2: So, did you hear our story?
Me: You got a story?
He#3 and 4: OH BOY do we got a story!
Me: All right, let's hear it.
He#1: So we're at this bachelor party and we decide to hire ... um ... these ... ladies ...
He#2: Strippers!! We hired strippers. Let me tell it. We called around and found these girls that were willing to do a little girl-on-girl action for us for 500 bucks.
Me: Wow. That's some fairly serious money. I hope they were worth it.
He#3: Pssht. Not even close.
He#4: Maybe if we'd gotten to see at least ONE of them naked!
He#2: Sh! I'll tell it. So one girl shows up. She's waiting for the other to show so we're eating dinner, she sits there for about 1/2 an hour, eating and laughing with us. She decides to call her friend again. Dummy over here (He#3) decides to say something stupid to her and she gets a little nervous.
He#3: That's what she SAID.
Me: Uh-oh. I see where this is going...
He#2: Yeah, she decided to wait in the car for her friend.
Me: And you let her take the money with her, didn't ya?
He#2: Well, yeah. But she said her friend was probably just lost and needed to get out of the house to get better reception.
Me: shaking my head Oh man, I can't believe you fell for that!!
He#1: I KNOW! We're idiots.
He#3: But wait ... it gets better!!
He#2: Oh yeah! We go outside to check on her after about 15 minutes, we could see her sitting in her car the whole time and as we're out there talking to her another car pulls up.
He#3: An Escalade.
He#4: Full of mean looking Mexicans.
He#1: With guns!!
He#2: We thought we were going to die!! They jumped outta the Escalade, pulled their guns on us and she took off in her car. We all just stood there and watched her go. The guys didn't even say anything. Just got in their car and took off.
Me: Well, at least you lived to tell the tale.
He#3: Yeah, but we're out 500 bucks. The bitch!
Me: Yeah, but again, at least you lived to tell the tale. It could have been a whole lot worse. And think of the story you can tell at the wedding party!!
He#2: Oh no. I think we're never going to speak of this one again. Agreed guys?
They all agreed, then discussed possible ways of getting back at these people but decided the best thing to do was just to let it lie and chalk it up to experience.
I almost felt sorry for them. Almost.
After we're going ...
He#2: So, did you hear our story?
Me: You got a story?
He#3 and 4: OH BOY do we got a story!
Me: All right, let's hear it.
He#1: So we're at this bachelor party and we decide to hire ... um ... these ... ladies ...
He#2: Strippers!! We hired strippers. Let me tell it. We called around and found these girls that were willing to do a little girl-on-girl action for us for 500 bucks.
Me: Wow. That's some fairly serious money. I hope they were worth it.
He#3: Pssht. Not even close.
He#4: Maybe if we'd gotten to see at least ONE of them naked!
He#2: Sh! I'll tell it. So one girl shows up. She's waiting for the other to show so we're eating dinner, she sits there for about 1/2 an hour, eating and laughing with us. She decides to call her friend again. Dummy over here (He#3) decides to say something stupid to her and she gets a little nervous.
He#3: That's what she SAID.
Me: Uh-oh. I see where this is going...
He#2: Yeah, she decided to wait in the car for her friend.
Me: And you let her take the money with her, didn't ya?
He#2: Well, yeah. But she said her friend was probably just lost and needed to get out of the house to get better reception.
Me: shaking my head Oh man, I can't believe you fell for that!!
He#1: I KNOW! We're idiots.
He#3: But wait ... it gets better!!
He#2: Oh yeah! We go outside to check on her after about 15 minutes, we could see her sitting in her car the whole time and as we're out there talking to her another car pulls up.
He#3: An Escalade.
He#4: Full of mean looking Mexicans.
He#1: With guns!!
He#2: We thought we were going to die!! They jumped outta the Escalade, pulled their guns on us and she took off in her car. We all just stood there and watched her go. The guys didn't even say anything. Just got in their car and took off.
Me: Well, at least you lived to tell the tale.
He#3: Yeah, but we're out 500 bucks. The bitch!
Me: Yeah, but again, at least you lived to tell the tale. It could have been a whole lot worse. And think of the story you can tell at the wedding party!!
He#2: Oh no. I think we're never going to speak of this one again. Agreed guys?
They all agreed, then discussed possible ways of getting back at these people but decided the best thing to do was just to let it lie and chalk it up to experience.
I almost felt sorry for them. Almost.
9/9/08
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