It's 9:01 p.m. I just got in the house and I'm NOT doing pilates. I don't have to do the pilates, you wanna know why? Because I just walked home from the police station on Clark and Addison,
Why T, why were you at the police station?
Well, I'm glad you asked. I was at the police station because I decided to leave work by 8p.m., grab a bite to eat and hop in a cab, so I could at least by home before 9 p.m. I signed out at 7:54 p.m. got Friday's to go in a relatively quick amount of time and hopped in a cab. I told the cab driver my destination AND that I had an American Express. He said it was fine.
Over the course of almost 4 years with my company, I've learned to say American Express and not just credit card because apparently AmEx charges more money than the other companies and cab drivers have some sort of attitude about it. So if they have an attitude, I'd prefer they tell me upfront. Most will say no, I don't take AmEx, and I'll kindly take my little green corporate card elsewhere.
So I get to my door, he runs the credit card, I sign the thing, then he tells me to hold on for an authorization code. Typical cab behavior, but then it's taking forever. Somewhat typical, somewhat not. He says it's not working. Cab drivers say stupid stuff like that when they just want the cash. I say call it in. (People who's expense reports don't come back until 50-60 days after they submit it, say stuff like that).
He calls it in and is adding numbers where they shouldn't be and getting my security number all messed up. To make matters worse, it's on speaker phone and dude who answered the phone is American. Dude who's driving my cab is NOT. So I'm like this is going to be a problem. The guy on the phone says that's a bad card. He hangs the phone up immediately and says "You pay me cash"
I'm thinking... NAW JOE. This is a company card. I JUST spent $2100 online buying premiums with this card. I KNOW it works. So I'm like I'm not paying you cash. I told you I had an AmEx, you have the number and the security code and my name and address, make it work. He's arguing with me and whatnot and then is like fine, we'll go to the police station and they can work it out from there.
I'm straight up like Madea at this point (or my older sister, whatever image comes to mind first). I'm like TAKE ME TO JAIL. I Ain't SCARED OF THE PO-PO. (Ok, I didn't say it just like that, but that's what I was thinking and that's what I meant). So we get to the police station and I'm pissed.
Side note: I had the $11.85 in cash in my purse, but it's the principle of the thing. If I wanted to pay cash I would have paid cash.
Back to the story. We get into the police station and he's going over his story. The police are looking at him like he's nuts and I'm like that's my card, it's a corporate card, it works, he's full of it. He's like I tried it three times in the car and I called it in and you heard me call it in. And I'm like I heard you, but I'm pretty sure the guy on the other line had no idea what you were saying. So the police is like, sir, this is her. Her ID is matching her credit card. I don't think she'd try to stiff you for $11.85 AND she even gave you a tip.
So I'm like fine, let me call the dispatcher, I guarantee it'll go through. So I call, I didn't even have to give the security code and surprise, surprise it went through. I got an authorization code RIGHT away and wrote it on his little punk azz receipt. The dispatcher says do you want me to talk back to the cabbie, I'm like no, you're on speaker, I think he heard you loud and clear ***rollin' my eyes*** So I throw, yes throw the phone on the counter and say, you know what, I think I'll walk home. The cab driver is like (think east Indian accent), why are you so mad? Another eye roll. 20 minutes later, I'm home with a story to tell, but my blood is boiling furiously.
Moral of the story today kids: English is the official language of the United States. LEARN IT!