My experience with a rude taxi dispatcher
I live in a mainly rural area just a few miles south of the Canadian border. Yeah, it gets cold in these parts. And for the record, I love it here. For the most part, I have never met a group of people who are nicer, kinder, more helpful and generous than the folks who grew up here. I guess the cold has taught everybody how to band together and play nice for the common good.
But there are few notable exceptions — mainly transplants from warmer climates, I’m forced to admit. And their general meanness has become ever-more apparent since the pandemic began.
Remember how all the stores, bars, restaurants, and beauty shops shut down for a while? Well, if you get behind the wheel of your own car every day, you might not have noticed this. But transportation shut down too — busses and taxis, Uber and Lyft. For a couple months, I had to bum rides from friends just to get to work. And they really didn’t appreciate getting up at five o’clock in the morning on weekends. Can’t imagine why.
So now, everything is opened up again. But we have a new problem. All these local businesses have lost most of their employees. A few people moved out of state. Others found that unemployment pays better, at least for now. Still others simply don’t feel like working. In that rest home…
