Went through the usual taxi rigmarole. I'd almost be tempted to just wait at the wrong address they go to, but the problem is that there are two wrong addresses they like, so it's nigh impossible to tell where they'll be.
This time, the dispatcher first tried to convince me I was wrong, but actually listened when I quote the GPS map to her. Then when I called back after he'd moved to wrong place #2, I got to hear her talk down to him, telling him "You're a cab driver. Ask for directions. I know you can do this."
She tried to start with me, but I told her a)I gave the right address--yes, it's for both entrances, but I also specified "ER" and which street it was off of and b)I could see him waiting in wrong places.
By the time I got into the cab, the driver was *pissed*. He spoke to the dispatcher with me there and she said fake cheerily , "See! I knew you could do it!"
He started bitching about how was he supposed to know ER was short for Emergency Room, and I tried to explain that if you type out "EMERGENCY ROOM" you don't have enough space left to tell him which street that's off of. "No, it's the dispatcher's short instructions I'm complaining about," he said.
"I typed in those instructions myself," I told him. The silence was frosty for the rest of the drive.
Entirely unlatedly, for one reason or another I popped in the Hot Fuzz movie while I was cable troubleshooting yesterday, and I'd forgotten how much I loved that movie. I love the not-so-subtle comedy that's threaded through and through it.
Amazing.
No boy/boy/girl, because I don't want to be used as a conduit for the boys, i.e. if there's a girl there, it's not gay
So no bisexuals, then? Or straight men who aren't bothered by another man in bed with them at the same time?
No girl/girl/boy because I don't want him to pay more attention to her because she's hotter than me, but if she's not hotteer than me, what's the point?
No allowance for guys that won't pay noticeably more attention to either one?
how was he supposed to know ER was short for Emergency Room
So... he hadn't been in America long?
I've had both good and bad threesomes, but generally I've found 1-1 (regardless of gender) is better for me. Not to say I'd never do one again, just that it's not something I'd want weekly. So yeah, flying.
I'd be willing to sit back and watch the boys fuck it out, though, so that's where we differ.
Weeeeeell, depending on the hottness of the boys, I could maybe be persuaded. But only if they acknowledged the attraction before we started getting busy.
No allowance for guys that won't pay noticeably more attention to either one?
see, I don't know that it's possible. Someone's always going to get the shaft (no pun intended).
Slightly less calming was the pair of jogging pants discarded down where the road runs past the water access
I'm always baffled by abandoned clothing. Wasn't someone using those? Aren't they cold now? I have witnessed incidents of a car full of young idiots who get someone's shoes/pants/hat etc. and fling it out the window to shrieking laughter (and am thrilled to never having known people like that personally at any age). I've never assumed foul play, though. I lead a more sheltered life than I thought.
Sounds like the solution for you is girl/girl/girl threesomes, Vortex! :)
,,,ok, maybe there's a flaw in that plan.
Took the dogs for a walk in the park, and... got lost. We've been walking/running in this park weekly (at least) for nearly twenty years, so it's a bit embarrassing. Granted, "Sunset Trail" is easily confused with "Sunset Loop Trail". Still: ended up with a lot more hill than intended, which was probably good for me.
Now I have to find a smog test place that's open on a Sunday. Bah.
I would definitely take flying: for one thing that would make climbing a lot easier. Also skiing: no lift tickets necessary!
how was he supposed to know ER was short for Emergency Room
I once had an issue with a cab driver in DC when I was trying to get to National Rehab and he kept trying to take me to Children's National. They're in the same hospital complex, but on opposite sides. It was the most bizarre conversation. "I want to go to National Rehab." "Children's National? OK." "No, National Rehab." "OK." And we get there, and he keeps following the signs to Children's National. So I figure maybe it's the word "Rehab" that's throwing him off, so I try saying, "No, National Rehabilitation Hospital. See, that sign says it's to the right." "OK, Children's National," and turns to the left.
