Cara writes:
Very strange. Booked a Hailo this morning just before 9am. The taxi that responded was on the North Circular Road yet Hailo told me he would arrive in Sandymount [Dublin 4] in five minutes. Maybe I got an upgrade to a helicopter? I actually didn’t notice until the very nice taxi driver rang and said he would be 30-40 minutes. I cancelled.
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I had a similar experience recently. App said taxi was 3 minutes away.
He called after 10 mins and said he’d be there shortly. Fine. But after 20 minutes I cancelled, then i received a text message saying, and i quote…
‘this is not good…i came all d way in traffic…and you cancelled…i rang before and u say its fine….not fair’
10 mins late…get over yerself luv. What did you do after you cancelled, call another cab & wait another 10 mins in any case. f’nsnowflake.
first world problems
Tbf, if she sent in something about refugees or dying kittens she’d be slagged off as well.
I thought you said flying kittens… anyway… flying kittens :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oem-M2tQU4
That’s where they’re living.
We’ll leave you alone until someone in Sandymount develops river blindness, so.
Christ, Cara, are you O.K.?
You’re a very caring person, Medium Sized C. It’s what I admire about you most, I think.
“Then my alarm clock went off. It was all a dream.”
I’d cancel any taxi driver that had a weird grey bar across his eyes too.
How the heck is he supposed to drive to my destination safely??
should of uber’d
*have
*breathes*
Your welcome.
*sniggers*
should have used ‘should have’
sh’uber’d
If you’re are going to block his face and reg then do it properly. If I knew this guy I’d recognise him and could verify the reg based on what I can see of it. Make your rectangles bigger.
My bus was busy earlier, I had to stand.
As soon as I got into the office and clocked in, I ran straight out to Insomnia for a flat white and a bacon/salami/egg thingy. Was grand.
I went to the loo a while ago.
Do keep us posted. Though I feel you’re being a bit stingy with detail.
The bacon/salami/egg thingy was browny orange, probably due to the salami juice.
Flat white not the hottest.
Poo? Weewee?
Wee.
Insomnia’s flat whites are lovely. The rest of their drinks, meh.
Insomnia coffee is terrible. Their flat whites are passable because you’re essentially dumping a load of milk on their bitter burnt bean coffee and taking the edge off.
I’m with you. Insomnia makes rancid cups of wee not coffee.
You can tell because they do it by pushing a button. That is not coffee.
Maybe some people like that taste. Me, for instance.
Well, you’re wrong.
There now.
Not on coffee I’m not!
So there
DAMMIT. I can’t argue with that logic.
Not your stupid logic, Don. Mildred’s.
Don you take that back.
Pret push a button and it’s probably the finest, most reliably good coffee you can get on the go.
Do. Not. Get. Me. Started. On. Pret. Or. Costa. Or. Nero.
They are all poo and if you buy coffee from any of them, you have poo taste in coffee and are rubbish.
END OF.
Oh nuh-uh gurl, Rhonda hold my weave.
PRET do consistently amazing coffee, END OF STORY.
I thought you had taste ahjaysus, I thought you were alright. Now I find out you are one of those caffeine abominations…
I bet you love their cardboard sandwiches too.
I never knew you were a preparation snob, Don!
I did have a crippling addiction to their caesar roll, though.
But my point stands, Pret coffee is good for what ails you.
Once you have good coffee, from somewhere lets you send back a cup if it is burnt or too hot or not hot enough, then you can never have the so-called “coffee” these cowboys try and seel you again.
I… I… can’t even look at you right now. I need time to get over this shocking betrayal…
I also frequent Shoreditch Grind.
All handmade. Decentish.
And the worst customer service you’ll ever see.
At least Pret people are usually genuinely chirpy.
You’ve redeemed yourself slightly. Though hipsters make terrible barpeople and baristas. Too busy trying to look cool while not sweating to death in their ironic 80s polyester leisure suits a la King Corbs.
That’s an alarmingly accurate assessment.
Also, alliteration ^^ lots of it.
Why would you go to insomnia for a flat white?
I just watched a great German thing about how to sit on the crapper correctly complete with handy cross sections.. I now am deeply concerned for everyone doing it wrong
That foot stool thing for raising your legs into a squat and achieving perfect sh1tting posture has made me so paranoid that I’ve been doing it incorrectly all my life.
Squat toilets are the only way to really feel you’ve accomplished something at the start of the day. So… cleansing.
Agreed, the only way to induce a true state of poophoria.
Really?! My WC-based anguish continues!
cleansing for your shoes maybe
More crouch Janet, less hover
I can’t commit to the crouch for fear of over crouch
I’m trying to think which is worse!
I place the blame for this mickey mousery squarely at Beyonces feet.
the hussy
That’s a really exciting story you have there.