Thursday, October 23, 2008

might never take a cab again

So I got out of work late, and with the new bus tracking system learned that the bus was still going to be 20 min. SO I decided to take a cab. A girl I work with was going to share it with me no big deal. i told the cab driver all I had was a credit card and we were going to make two stops. so far so good. When the girl gets out to lives about four blocks south of me, she gives him a ten. Which he takes then he stops and tell me if I'm going to pay the rest by credit card he's going to have to start over. I'm like hell no your not. you can give me her ten back and i can put the whole thing on my credit card of you can but the ten dollars or whatever the difference is on my credit card. Finally after adding like a dollar worth of wait time he is like fine. Which is fine with me cause now the fucker is getting no tip because I just have rules about these types of things.
Anyways we get to my destination and i was like dude just stop at the corner cause he was already retarded from the start and not listening. kept turning when we told him not to or to go the other way.
The difference is not 7.75 so i'm like thats what you can put on my card. And he keeps trying to put ten dollars on my card. I'm like no. He tries to tell me that the credit card companies charge them. Oh boo fucking hoo. I'm like dude you can't charge me extra because its not fucking legal. Then he gives me the card back and says fine give me 7.75. I'm like here i told you i only had seven dollars. I dig for change and am like here's 7.20. And go to get out and the fucker locks the door. I'm kind of freaking out at this point, so i'm trying to unlock the door and i roll down the window instead. All this time I assure you i'm screaming at him, so he unlocks the door because well i'm screaming at him. And I open the door throw the money at him, and get out. then the man tries to grab me. Bad plan dude bad plan. I was still yelling and I pulled my arm away quickly. Then the dude tries to act like he's getting out of the car, but doesn't. He does however follow me to my building. I'm still screaming at him I'm a little fucking scared at this point, but at least there are a few people and cars out. Dude follows me in his car till I get to my building. Where i made sure the door was shut and ran upstairs. Could still be sitting there waiting for his 55 cents. Crazy ass mother fucker. Too bad I wouldn't tip someone I knew overcharged me in the first place. He didn't think I notice the Extras go from 2 to 2.50 when the other girl got out of the car. I'm not a fucking moron. Ugh should have just waited for the bus because no i'm going to be up half the night away.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

A very long day part two

For the record the day wasn't long because we went to the bar before noon. when I got to Betsy's apartment we both concluded that we weren't really ready to give up. See when it takes you 2 to 3 years to accomplish something its hard to give up on it with just a few set backs like not having a SS card or birth certificate. So we decide to rent a zip car and drive to the SS administration, and the DMV. However the catch is that I don't have any money and for some reason betsy's credit card won't work to rent the car. Nothing is easy. Finally we just rent the car with my account, and get moving. We take the bus to my apartmen to pick up the car up here so that we can drop it back off and just dip to the bar (which is really call The bar) when we are finished.
We get the car and drive up to the SS administration with the very slim hope that Bets can get her card same day. I mean it takes awhile but you can get your passport same day, and that seems more difficult. Well we get there and it doesn't take very long, but while we are there Betsy looks for something in her purse and notices she doesn't have her wallet. Well we get back to the car and search her purse etc. and still can't find it. So we go back to my apartment even though the DMV is in the other direction. Oh and by the way it takes like two weeks for them to mail the stupid SS card.
We go back to my apartment and bets run up too look for her wallet while I look in the car. Niether one of us can find it, so she thinks maybe she left it on the bus. Calls the CTA, and then abruptly hangs up because she remembers that she had it when we walked to get the car, because she showed me her MN DL. So we go back to the car to retrace our steps, and I look in the backseat and say Its in the fucking backseat. Just chilling on the floor. How the hell i missed it i don't know. Crazyness. One more stop though we still have to go to the DMV. UGH its getting later now around 3:30 ish. And we are getting crabby. We drive out to the DMV, but traffic is kind of bad, so we have to take the senic route. But we get there, and of course they won't let Betsy get her drivers license but they will let me. Which is fine whatever at this point. though for some reason she can get a state ID but if you want a Drivers License you have to have 8 billion forms of id.
Anyways I take the stupid written test for the third time in my life, and this time I actually can't remember what all the signs mean. Turns out if you don't actually drive that often its hard to remember what the hell anything means. I didn't miss any questions though woohoo. For the record I've only take the test so many times becaus they make you take it everytime you get a IL license moving back from another state. I never failed the test.
Then we get to the picture. The irony here is that after 8 billion forms of id the state of IL doesn't seem to care if your eyes are open when they take your picture, which of coures mine are not in my id but there is no option to take another. Great I fucking love this place.
Ugh We need to eat and drink lots, so that is what we do. Only wierd this at the bar is the man who had his Macaw there. Which is wierd who brings a rare ass parrot to the fucking bar.