Actual phone conversation just had at 2:45 P.M. on 03/26/2110
"Thank you for calling Yellow Cab."
"Yes, sir, can we please get a cab to pick us up at [address deleted]
?"
"Sure. How many are in your party?"
"Oh...we're not partying. We're just headed to the Airport."
**tried to stifle a robust laugh at that point** **didn't work**
Friday, March 26, 2010
The Long Road Home...
Another actual conversation that I had at 8:05 A.M. Monday morning:
"Thank you for calling Yellow Cab."
"Yeah, I'm on Gulf Beach Highway and I need a cab."
"OK, where on Gulf Beach Highway?"
"Just off to the side...in the grass."
"Uh...what?"
"Just come get me!"
*hangs up*
**How do you get to this point at 8:00 on a Monday morning?**
"Thank you for calling Yellow Cab."
"Yeah, I'm on Gulf Beach Highway and I need a cab."
"OK, where on Gulf Beach Highway?"
"Just off to the side...in the grass."
"Uh...what?"
"Just come get me!"
*hangs up*
**How do you get to this point at 8:00 on a Monday morning?**
Please don't shut my power off...
Actual phone conversation had on 03/25/10:
"Thank you for calling Yellow Cab."
"Yeah, I'm trying to get some some help with my light bill."
"Uh...you can come get a job as a driver."
"No thanks."
**I'm seriously hoping she dialed the wrong number**
"Thank you for calling Yellow Cab."
"Yeah, I'm trying to get some some help with my light bill."
"Uh...you can come get a job as a driver."
"No thanks."
**I'm seriously hoping she dialed the wrong number**
Yellow Cab's side business.
Actual conversation had on 03/25/10:
"Thank you for calling Yellow Cab."
"Hi, I'd like to make an appointment."
"OK, What time?"
"What are your hours?"
"We're open 24 hours a day; seven days a week."
"You mean I can get my taxes done anytime I want?"
"ummmm...Taxi...not taxes"
"Oh...bye"
**I'm guessing he was foreign...or stupid**
"Thank you for calling Yellow Cab."
"Hi, I'd like to make an appointment."
"OK, What time?"
"What are your hours?"
"We're open 24 hours a day; seven days a week."
"You mean I can get my taxes done anytime I want?"
"ummmm...Taxi...not taxes"
"Oh...bye"
**I'm guessing he was foreign...or stupid**
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Someone suggested...
As you all know; I no longer actually drive a cab. But I'm still in the business. I work at Yellow Cab in the main office as a call taker/receptionist/dispatcher in training. I get to hear all kinds of funny to stupid crap everyday. Would yall care to hear it? I can change the mission of the blog from my actual driving stories to funny or stupid calls/drivers I deal with. Lemme know!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Dope
Peep the newest titale picture for the Blog. That is some awesome stuff. All thanks to my buddy Jayson Alexander.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The Beginning...
If you're not into this entry; please feel free to bypass it. It'll only make me cry a little. /emo
Rewind to 09/11/2001: The planes hit and what was starting to be a budding business of mine tumbled just like the Towers did. Luckily Amy was making enough money at her job that it wasn't a ruinous event for us. But by December I was tired of Driving from the Westside of Pensacola to Ft. Walton Beach everyday to a job that barely paid for the gas to and from said job. The only thing that kept me going over there was the fact that the people I worked with were some of the coolest people I had ever known, I had the freedom to dress and look as I pleased and most importantly(for the purposes of this Blog); I loved driving.
At some point after Thanksgiving I was brainstorming for a way I could make money while still retaining my identity AND that included driving. I toyed with the idea of Truck Driving. I even applied to and was accepted to a Training School. But the thought of being away from home for weeks(or months) at a time was depressing. Not to mention I didn't fit the conventional Truck Driver mold(not that I'm into molds but it played a part). So then I contemplated local delivery for a mainstream company such as Coca-Cola or Budweiser. The driving was there but the keeping of my identity part wasn't. Scratch that.
Then I found myself in Books-A-Million one day browsing through a Small Business magazine and saw a small entry about creating a courier service that ran papers and documents for businesses. That sounded a bit promising so I did a bit of market research. I started searching the Pensacola News Journal for other courier companies that were trying to drum up business or were hiring. That's when I ran across an ad Yellow Cab Drivers. Did they wear uniforms and look like sheeple? I had no idea. Did I choose my own schedule? Again, no idea. I had to find out. Picked up the phone and dialed 433-3333....
Tune in next time for the exciting conclusion of "The Beginning..." (Part 2)
Rewind to 09/11/2001: The planes hit and what was starting to be a budding business of mine tumbled just like the Towers did. Luckily Amy was making enough money at her job that it wasn't a ruinous event for us. But by December I was tired of Driving from the Westside of Pensacola to Ft. Walton Beach everyday to a job that barely paid for the gas to and from said job. The only thing that kept me going over there was the fact that the people I worked with were some of the coolest people I had ever known, I had the freedom to dress and look as I pleased and most importantly(for the purposes of this Blog); I loved driving.
At some point after Thanksgiving I was brainstorming for a way I could make money while still retaining my identity AND that included driving. I toyed with the idea of Truck Driving. I even applied to and was accepted to a Training School. But the thought of being away from home for weeks(or months) at a time was depressing. Not to mention I didn't fit the conventional Truck Driver mold(not that I'm into molds but it played a part). So then I contemplated local delivery for a mainstream company such as Coca-Cola or Budweiser. The driving was there but the keeping of my identity part wasn't. Scratch that.
Then I found myself in Books-A-Million one day browsing through a Small Business magazine and saw a small entry about creating a courier service that ran papers and documents for businesses. That sounded a bit promising so I did a bit of market research. I started searching the Pensacola News Journal for other courier companies that were trying to drum up business or were hiring. That's when I ran across an ad Yellow Cab Drivers. Did they wear uniforms and look like sheeple? I had no idea. Did I choose my own schedule? Again, no idea. I had to find out. Picked up the phone and dialed 433-3333....
Tune in next time for the exciting conclusion of "The Beginning..." (Part 2)
Anybody care to read...
about how I got into and stayed into Cab Driving? Or do you just want me to skip right to all the sordid shit?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
New Title Image
I found, uploaded and altered(like a first grader) a new picture for the top of the Blog.
You like it?
It sucks?
The pic is cool but you suck at editing?
You'd rather have a picture of the actual cab that I drive?
Let me know.
You like it?
It sucks?
The pic is cool but you suck at editing?
You'd rather have a picture of the actual cab that I drive?
Let me know.
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