I've worked as a cabbie years ago, and I know working class people generally tip better than wealthy ones. At least in the livery field.
But I was peeved Saturday night when I picked up a group of drunk, obnoxious folk from The Oakwood Club on Far Hills.
I was immediately informed by drunk guy 1 that the guy sitting next to me, drunk guy 2, was a celebrity! He was the VP of a local car dealership (celebrity?).
All the way to their mansion on the far east of Beavercreek (damn near Xenia), I had to listen to talk of Titleist clubs, and how someone's swing had improved. All the while dutifully smiling, using 'sir' and 'ma'am' as I always do, while drunk guy 2 (the 'celebrity') was telling me "the best way" to get to his mansion. It was exactly what the app was saying out loud in front of him.
Then as you guessed by now, I got them safely there and......no tip. Nada. Zip.
I wonder how much money Mr. Reichard's party spent on wait staff at The Oakwood Club? And I bet they deserved it, but I literally had their LIVES IN MY HANDS getting them safely home. But F me, right?
I will no longer take trips from the Art Museum, The Schuster, The Oakwood Club or any other high faluttin' establishments. I am sure that list will grow. But at least I won't have to dead-head back from the sticks while there's a surge going on.
But I was peeved Saturday night when I picked up a group of drunk, obnoxious folk from The Oakwood Club on Far Hills.
I was immediately informed by drunk guy 1 that the guy sitting next to me, drunk guy 2, was a celebrity! He was the VP of a local car dealership (celebrity?).
All the way to their mansion on the far east of Beavercreek (damn near Xenia), I had to listen to talk of Titleist clubs, and how someone's swing had improved. All the while dutifully smiling, using 'sir' and 'ma'am' as I always do, while drunk guy 2 (the 'celebrity') was telling me "the best way" to get to his mansion. It was exactly what the app was saying out loud in front of him.
Then as you guessed by now, I got them safely there and......no tip. Nada. Zip.
I wonder how much money Mr. Reichard's party spent on wait staff at The Oakwood Club? And I bet they deserved it, but I literally had their LIVES IN MY HANDS getting them safely home. But F me, right?
I will no longer take trips from the Art Museum, The Schuster, The Oakwood Club or any other high faluttin' establishments. I am sure that list will grow. But at least I won't have to dead-head back from the sticks while there's a surge going on.