At 10:40, twenty minutes before the end of my shift tonight, I got a call from the hotel operator asking me if I could drive to the local private airport to pick up some guests. I really didn't want to do it and referred the call to my supervisor who had seen me put up with a lot of unfair treatment already this day. Knowing that I didn't want to do it, he told the person on the other end that we weren't staffed to answer that request tonight and that the hotel would pay the cab fare for the guest to come over via taxi.
I thanked him for looking out for me as I went about my closing shift duties. And then it hit me. For all I knew, this could have been the CEO of some company. A CEO who thinks nothing of tipping drivers $20 or $50 for doing such deeds as this. I was tired but maybe I should have taken my chances and gone out there after all. It would have been a gamble, but my life could use some gambling these days.
Come 11:00, I am walking out the door to my car and I see a cab pull up. I slow my walk to see who gets out of the cab. Surely, this is the one that holds the passengers I might have had. And the passengers step out and I thank the heavens that I chose correctly. No way I missed out on big money, for these were pilots. Ha ha! Keep your two dollars. I'm going home.
2 comments:
ROFL, I used to hang out with a bunch of pilots when I was in college. They're bad tippers AND assholes, generally.
Way to follow your intuition. Gotta love the radar that an elite bellman can have.
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