What a Ride
I've got a lot to write up at some point soon, but at the moment, I'm training for my new job and took a cab to go to Flip Burger for lunch today. I don't want to forget my cab rides in Atlanta so I can remember if I have other projects with crazy cab drivers. In the US, they're probably all better than they are here...
The way down there I had a lady cab driver from Ghana, and my gosh she was a mess. She was coming to pick me up but her GPS wasn't working right. So she got me and then asked if my phone had a GPS because she didn't know how to get where we were going. (For the record, I gave her the address, and it was a major exit off of 2 different highways.) I was irritated, but used my phone rather than depend on her knowledge, and then I asked how long she had been here. She said she left Ghana 30 years ago and moved to Atlanta 24 years ago. She still couldn't navigate her cab to major intersections without a GPS, and she didn't have one that worked.
Also, to complete the weirdness, she didn't have a working meter. She did a hand computation. She had reading material, but it consisted completely of Jet Magazine and Diabetes Monthly Magazine. And when she gave me the price of the fare, she didn't have a working credit card reader. She just used an old-school paper reader and said she would call me if it didn't process right.
She gave me her number so I could go back with her after I was done too. Heh.
Flip Burger Boutique is awesome. It deserves its own write up. I'll do that later.
The trip back, my driver was from the Dominican Republic. I gave him my hotel location and we started moving. He asked me if I could smell the air... it wasn't Georgia air. It was "island air. Baby making air." He wanted to go "find some asses to smack" and then get in a little trouble.
I had to find it funny. That was basically our discussion on the ride back. How this air was like home for him, and how it made him feel frisky. And how he was going to need to find some girls.
At least he could use a credit card.
The way down there I had a lady cab driver from Ghana, and my gosh she was a mess. She was coming to pick me up but her GPS wasn't working right. So she got me and then asked if my phone had a GPS because she didn't know how to get where we were going. (For the record, I gave her the address, and it was a major exit off of 2 different highways.) I was irritated, but used my phone rather than depend on her knowledge, and then I asked how long she had been here. She said she left Ghana 30 years ago and moved to Atlanta 24 years ago. She still couldn't navigate her cab to major intersections without a GPS, and she didn't have one that worked.
Also, to complete the weirdness, she didn't have a working meter. She did a hand computation. She had reading material, but it consisted completely of Jet Magazine and Diabetes Monthly Magazine. And when she gave me the price of the fare, she didn't have a working credit card reader. She just used an old-school paper reader and said she would call me if it didn't process right.
She gave me her number so I could go back with her after I was done too. Heh.
Flip Burger Boutique is awesome. It deserves its own write up. I'll do that later.
The trip back, my driver was from the Dominican Republic. I gave him my hotel location and we started moving. He asked me if I could smell the air... it wasn't Georgia air. It was "island air. Baby making air." He wanted to go "find some asses to smack" and then get in a little trouble.
I had to find it funny. That was basically our discussion on the ride back. How this air was like home for him, and how it made him feel frisky. And how he was going to need to find some girls.
At least he could use a credit card.