I should really change that to: Taxilorraine, when I write my cell number on the business cards I get from the shop. I'm doing that now actually, but it's still kinda funny when I get hang up calls. Funnier when the call comes when I'm up, the phone's on, and I'm not at work yet. I just say: "Hello?"
I'm awful: I'm a grandma, but I guess my voice is still sexy half the time. It amuses me.
So Jed didn't seem too concerned when I told him that his phone called me a week earlier, twice in 2 minutes. I was driving a passenger on the freeway. All I could hear was an angry female yelling in a crowded place. I heard his voice somewhere in all that; but, he wasn't the one holding the phone. Wonder how that all turned out. He and his best bud, and a female I think was probably with him did catch a ride with me a week later.
But really: I should try to avoid that kind of thing if I can....really.
The dispatchers e-mail taxi calls to the driver's cell phones. We get the address and phone number of our customers. And half the time, just phone the rider when we get to the address. So my cell number shows up on the list of calls on the customer's phone.
I woke up one morning to a voice mail from a female I had driven the night before. She had a cell phone with her when I picked her up from her home, and took her across town to some other home. Must have been her husband's phone. She must have forgotten she called a cab with it, and received a call from the driver on it. She told my voicemail that Herb was her man, and I should stay away from him. She wanted me to call her back to explain my relationship with him. She told me he had herpes. All this from an unrecognisable number on his phone. I wonder what Herb looks like. I'll want to avoid him for sure. Now that had nothing to do with my card. I don't think she even knows the voice on the voice mail was the woman who drove her the night before. Just gonna leave that one alone. No sense leaving my number on that phone again, lest she not be the one to answer.
I just love the calls I get from druggies and pimps. How do I know they're druggies and pimps? It goes like this: I get a call to pick up "Fred" at the Super 8, in front of the lobby. It's a long way to the call, so I call the number to be sure it's legit. I get a long running homemade rap song for voicemail. I don't bother to go any farther. If they don't answer their phone, I don't go. Later that night, I answer my phone: "Taxi Lorraine". And a guy demands: "Who Zis?" I tell them it's Lorraine, the taxi driver. Sometimes they hang up, and sometimes demand to know why I called their phone. Then I program: "Not!" into my phone for that number.
There is a two way radio in the cab, and I have my cell phone. They make me feel safe. No one borrows my phone. Some don't get it. I'll offer to make a call and relay a message, but the phone stays in my hands. I'm still surprised how many don't want to make the call at all if they can't hold the phone. But I shouldn't be. I seem know who to ask for money up front from. I'm not surprised when they can't or won't produce it.
Why does a person look at all the numbers in their call list, and call the unfamiliar one? I had a ditsy customer programed into my phone as: Ditz. She had done a ditsy thing one night. Time went by, and I finally got dispatched to pick her up months later. I called her from the parking lot at her complex. She came out and got in, My phone rang. I picked it up and looked at it, puzzled. I said: "Ditz is calling me". She said: "what?". I repeated: "I got a call from Ditz." She was silent the rest of the ride, and it took me a while before I remembered that this woman was usually more animated: Ditsy really. I checked the numbers after she got out. It was her. OMG, how bad should I feel?
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