Watch Out For The RB
Many of my Rideshare stories are going to be happy ones. After all, when you're happy, it's infectious, and I'm a pretty happy person. So that's how it usually works out with my Riders (PAX). Happy, Happy all around. Not so, this particular PAX.
I'm way up in the North Valley, around the area of Deer Vally, if you know the area. Not just anywhere in Deer Valley, but the last PAX I dropped off lived apparently practically in the middle of freeking nowhere. Fat chance of getting a ride way the heck up here, right? So I head back towards the freeway, and hopefully civilization, when I do get a ping, 7 minutes away.
That's within my "10 minute max" parameter for going to get a PAX, so I aceept. The phone rings, and it's a womans voice:
RB: Where are you? (Attitude+)
TH: Ma'am, according to the app, I'm 7 minutes away, I'll be there shortly.
RB: Well, I GUESS then, that I can start walking towards the gate (hangs up).
I should have known this was going to be trouble, but my Spidey Sense must have been malfunctioning this day, because I didn't get the clue from the "attitude" tone in her voice. Yup, I was heading clueless, right into disaster.
I pull up to this ritzy gated community and there is an older couple standing there, both dressed to the 9's. They get in, the man says nothing, the woman says "Don't follow the GPS, it's wrong, go the way I say". No problem, that happens sometimes, and since the PAX is paying, I'll go which ever way they want. Funny thing is, I have to leave the apps GPS on, and the way she tells me to go..... is exactly the way the GPS tells me. I say nothing.
We get to the destination, and the woman says, "Tell me how much the ride was". Not, "Can You tell me", or God forbid, a "Please"? Nope, so I pull it up, and I tell her the fare is $15. That's when the trouble starts.
RB: Nope, it's $12
TH: Ummmm, Maam you can see the app says the fare is $15.
RB: No, I took this ride last time, and it was $12.
TH: (Ah, realizing there's a surge on) Maam There's a Surge on now, which is when demand is high, so the price will be a little high......
RB: (Interrupting), No, it's wrong, you should give me a discount.
TH: Maam, I have no control over prices, but if you contact Uber, I'm SURE they will....
RB: (Interrupting again) Well, if that's the way you feel about it.....
TH: Maam, I don't feel ANYTHING about it. If you would just contact Uber.....
That's when she got out and slammed the car door. All this time, the "Man" says nothing, and silently gets out of the car. I'm guessing I can tell who wears the pants in that family, no offense obviously intended towards anyone who likes to wear pants. They're comfortable, and make butts look great. Mine too :-)
Anyway, since I've just practically been accused of cheating a customer, I'm pretty freeking angry. You can imagine what I really wanted to say to RB, but I didn't. I think Uber would have backed me up, but it all happened so fast, it wasn't until afterwards, that I thought about what I REALLY wanted to say was..... "Here, here's $3, NOW, Get The F**K Out Of My Car, You Arsehole"! I actually did say it out loud in the car afterwards, so it may have looked to the casual observer like I was talking to myself.... You know what? So what, it made me feel better. By the way, I do that occasionally, it's an anger reduction technique, please don't let it freak you out. :-)
And, they were gone anyway, never to be seen again, so you might guess that this is where the story has a sad downer type ending, right? . Boy..... You don't know me very well then, do you? :-) I'm sitting there fuming, and I get a ping. I almost let it time out, but it's literally just down the street from where I'm at, maybe 500 meters or so. So, I accept, take several deep breaths, and remind myself that I'll NEVER see those people again. In a minute or so, I'm calmer, and so I pull out.
It's a couple, they get in, and for some reason, they are acting especially happy, bubbly, and very overly joyful. Turns out, they're celebrating their 1st WEDDING ANNIVERSARY! They are acting so happy, that it's almost leaking out of them! Did I mention how infectious happy is? :-). These guys are so playful, at the stoplight, they start a tickle fight in the back seat!!!! I can only imagine what other divers must have thought, seeing my Prius rocking back an forth at that LONG stoplight! I drop them off at one of those fancy Northern Scottsdale Resorts, and they invite me to join them for a drink. Yeah, no 3rd wheel needed here, so I tell them thanks/no thinks, and about how much better they made me feel. I may have even smiled. I guess, Karma sometimes does work, even in reverse. :-)
By the way, in case you were wondering, "RB" stands for "Rich Bitch". :-D
I'm way up in the North Valley, around the area of Deer Vally, if you know the area. Not just anywhere in Deer Valley, but the last PAX I dropped off lived apparently practically in the middle of freeking nowhere. Fat chance of getting a ride way the heck up here, right? So I head back towards the freeway, and hopefully civilization, when I do get a ping, 7 minutes away.
That's within my "10 minute max" parameter for going to get a PAX, so I aceept. The phone rings, and it's a womans voice:
RB: Where are you? (Attitude+)
TH: Ma'am, according to the app, I'm 7 minutes away, I'll be there shortly.
RB: Well, I GUESS then, that I can start walking towards the gate (hangs up).
I should have known this was going to be trouble, but my Spidey Sense must have been malfunctioning this day, because I didn't get the clue from the "attitude" tone in her voice. Yup, I was heading clueless, right into disaster.
I pull up to this ritzy gated community and there is an older couple standing there, both dressed to the 9's. They get in, the man says nothing, the woman says "Don't follow the GPS, it's wrong, go the way I say". No problem, that happens sometimes, and since the PAX is paying, I'll go which ever way they want. Funny thing is, I have to leave the apps GPS on, and the way she tells me to go..... is exactly the way the GPS tells me. I say nothing.
We get to the destination, and the woman says, "Tell me how much the ride was". Not, "Can You tell me", or God forbid, a "Please"? Nope, so I pull it up, and I tell her the fare is $15. That's when the trouble starts.
RB: Nope, it's $12
TH: Ummmm, Maam you can see the app says the fare is $15.
RB: No, I took this ride last time, and it was $12.
TH: (Ah, realizing there's a surge on) Maam There's a Surge on now, which is when demand is high, so the price will be a little high......
RB: (Interrupting), No, it's wrong, you should give me a discount.
TH: Maam, I have no control over prices, but if you contact Uber, I'm SURE they will....
RB: (Interrupting again) Well, if that's the way you feel about it.....
TH: Maam, I don't feel ANYTHING about it. If you would just contact Uber.....
That's when she got out and slammed the car door. All this time, the "Man" says nothing, and silently gets out of the car. I'm guessing I can tell who wears the pants in that family, no offense obviously intended towards anyone who likes to wear pants. They're comfortable, and make butts look great. Mine too :-)
Anyway, since I've just practically been accused of cheating a customer, I'm pretty freeking angry. You can imagine what I really wanted to say to RB, but I didn't. I think Uber would have backed me up, but it all happened so fast, it wasn't until afterwards, that I thought about what I REALLY wanted to say was..... "Here, here's $3, NOW, Get The F**K Out Of My Car, You Arsehole"! I actually did say it out loud in the car afterwards, so it may have looked to the casual observer like I was talking to myself.... You know what? So what, it made me feel better. By the way, I do that occasionally, it's an anger reduction technique, please don't let it freak you out. :-)
And, they were gone anyway, never to be seen again, so you might guess that this is where the story has a sad downer type ending, right? . Boy..... You don't know me very well then, do you? :-) I'm sitting there fuming, and I get a ping. I almost let it time out, but it's literally just down the street from where I'm at, maybe 500 meters or so. So, I accept, take several deep breaths, and remind myself that I'll NEVER see those people again. In a minute or so, I'm calmer, and so I pull out.
It's a couple, they get in, and for some reason, they are acting especially happy, bubbly, and very overly joyful. Turns out, they're celebrating their 1st WEDDING ANNIVERSARY! They are acting so happy, that it's almost leaking out of them! Did I mention how infectious happy is? :-). These guys are so playful, at the stoplight, they start a tickle fight in the back seat!!!! I can only imagine what other divers must have thought, seeing my Prius rocking back an forth at that LONG stoplight! I drop them off at one of those fancy Northern Scottsdale Resorts, and they invite me to join them for a drink. Yeah, no 3rd wheel needed here, so I tell them thanks/no thinks, and about how much better they made me feel. I may have even smiled. I guess, Karma sometimes does work, even in reverse. :-)
By the way, in case you were wondering, "RB" stands for "Rich Bitch". :-D
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