Today was really my fault. I didn't want to drive because I didn't know the area very well and C.I. and Ava didn't want to drive and Wally didn't know the area. C.I. said not to worry and we'd just take cabs. And that worked great in terms of our morning speaking. But after we finished and as we waited on campus for the cab to arrive, there was obviously a problem. I had scheduled a pick up. And it was now thirty minutes after the scheduled time.
C.I. and Ava were both on their cells returning calls and picking up messages and hadn't even noticed. But I'm calling the cab company and I ask if I can get an ETA on our cab and explain what college we're at. I'm told the cab is right in front of me.
I say, "Excuse me, it's on it's way." No, it is right in front of me. I'm looking all around the parking lot (including right in front of me) and there's no cab. I say that and I get hung up on. I call back and say, "Excuse me, this is Kat about the ETA on the cab. Did you hang up on me?" The woman cusses me out and tells me she's cancelled our cab. I say something like, "You've cancelled our cab!" At which point, C.I. notices there's a problem. The woman hangs up on me and when I try to call back, I get no answer. (Caller ID meaning the woman won't answer.) So C.I. and I step back into the main building and go to the office of the dean of students (hope I have that right -- it was that title or "registrar," I'm not sure which) who is a friend and we end up using his phone. And C.I. puts it on speaker and calls. First ring, we get an answer. The woman. C.I. says she's calling about a cab that we're waiting on and that Kat (me) had scheduled the pick up, is there a problem?
The woman repeats a profanity that was stronger than anything she said to me. I expect C.I. to explode. Instead, she just smiles and says, "We just need our cab. Maybe you're having a bad day and, if so, I'm really sorry about that. But we just want our cab. Are you going to be able to help us?" The woman gives a profanity laced reply and C.I. says, "Okay, what I'm hearing is you want to play the bitch card. Okay, if that's what you want to do, then we'll do it that way but I'm going to give you a chance to say, 'Cab's on the way' first." The woman replies in a profanity and C.I. says, "See what you don't know is, I can play the bitch card too and I'm going to outrank you. If this is the path you want, I'll play the bitch card."
Now I'm thinking C.I.'s just going to cuss the woman out.
The woman replies that she's not afraid and C.I. says, "Well see that's because you're stupid. Before five p.m. today, you will be out of job --" The woman cuts C.I. off with, "I won't get fired, I'm live with my supervisor." C.I. replies, "Well he'll either have to fire you or he'll be out of a job too but you wanted to play the bitch card so don't forget that. I gave you an out, I gave you a chance. Goodbye." At which point, C.I. called someone (attorney? private detective?) and gave the name of the cab company, said she wanted to know the owner and a direct line for the owner. She then called another cab company and we went outside to wait on that. We're in the cab when her business cell rings and she gets the number, calls the owner. Identifies herself and asks, "Is your company for sale and, if so, what price?" A price is mentioned (I won't put it in but I did find out when C.I. made a call for a certified check to be at the local bank), C.I. says, "Fine, you need to forward the papers to my attorney at this number [gives fax number] and I will want to take over management as soon as you have the cashier's check today."
At four o'clock, C.I. owned the cab company. She spoke with the shift supervisor (the woman's boyfriend). He didn't think she needed to be fired. "Well I'm giving you an order, you can follow it and fire her or you can quit or be fired." The man was stupid because he said no one fires him (if he'd let C.I. fire him, he could have gotten unemployment) and he quit. C.I. then went out to the dispatch area and introduced herself as she explained, "Dear, this is the bitch card and I warned you that you couldn't play it as well as I could. You're fired." The woman was shocked more than anything else. And fired.
After we finish speaking in the evening, C.I. sold the cab company to an Iraq War veteran (that she already knew -- he was speaking at this event with us) for ten bucks. Only condition? That woman and her boyfriend are not allowed back. (The papers will be taken care of by C.I.'s attorney tomorrow but it's sold.)
Closing with C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot"