As if the problems I had with the local cab company on the Fourth of July weren't enough. The Following day I had to take my cat Winston to the vet. I called a cab, Put Winston in his carrier and off we went. After the appointment was over I called for a cab to return home. They said it would be about an hour. That was fine because I could wait in the air conditioned office. It was about 100* out side. When the cab showed up the driver informed me that he could not take me because he has "Ailurophobia"(fear of cats). Know I'm not the brightest person in the world but if I was a cab driver with a fear of cats I would not even accept a call to an "Animal Hospital". He had to know going in that the chances were that it was either a dog or a cat. They should have sent some one else. When I went back in the office I over heard a lady on the phone chewing out the cab company and telling them to send some one that could do their job.
It took about another 45 minutes but I finally got a cab home. It is hard to Imagine a grown man in his Sixties being afraid of a 5 month old kitten in a cage. But I understand that these phobias do exist.
And a Special shout out to my Buddy Keath. Thanks for the mention and compliment. Glad to hear Cindy's mom is coming soon. And ain't that overtime check a blessing? Keep up the good work.
Friday, July 6, 2007
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Thanks for the shout out. The phone calls have stopped, the creditors are at bay, and the wolves are no longer scratching at my door.
But geez, your problems with the cab companies suck! If I were you I would avoid Harry Chapin's romantic "Taxi" song right about now. Maybe put on Twisted Sister's "We're Not Gonna Take It" and get some of the rage out.
K
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