A snapshot from last night. Ana forgot her cell phone, so she asked me call her a cab. I did, and a couple of minutes later kazia - for no apparent reason - decided that it was now turn for me to call her one. I dialed the number again and had the following exchange:
me: Good evening, I'd like to order a cab to Placeholder Street 16dispatcher: What for?!
Which might illustrate why I'm still slightly phobic about dealing with the services sector.
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