shanmonster | Weird

Work ended oddly. First of all the Club Guy called. The Club Guy is the patron loony of our call centre. When the phone rings late at night, and when the display says "Club," chances are, you're about to be the recipient of a high-speed, delusional rant from a crazy man who insists you call some long distance number. He also manages to insist to you that he is not a homosexual before he hangs up. It's a bit like a hit and run, only much more confusing and humourous.

I like Club Guy.

Since it was raining tonight, I chose not to bike to work. I don't like riding down the hill in the rain. I don't trust my brakes on steep grades when they're slick with water. So I called a cab.

While I waited for my cab, I practice with my poi a little. I can do butterflies and weaves with ease, now, and transition between both without problems. A couple of my co-workers saw me, and were impressed. I think they're easily impressed, though, because those tricks are pretty simple. It only took me an hour or two of practice to get those tricks down. Now, if I were doing it with fire, that would be a little different, I think. Tennis balls on chains are really not terribly impressive to look at.

Then, the cab driver showed up. I ended up with a kooky cabbie I last experience over ten years ago.

He's the guy who had plastic covers on his seat, and when someone asked him why he had them, he said, "Because I live in the car, and I have pets."

When the passengers looked for the pets, he said, "Oh, they're hiding. They're rats."

The customers had little freak-out at that, before he assured them he was joking.

Well, this time, he told me he had a new one. The last time someone asked about the plastic, he said it was there because NB has a law which states all taxi drivers with full-blown AIDS must have plastic-covered seats.

The passengers had another freak-out at that, and he decided to retire that particular joke.

In the meanwhile, I'm laughing my ass off at his perverse humour and total lack of appropriate customer service. When we get to my home, he says, "Complimentary ride," and he refuses to take payment.

How 'bout that?