I Hate Seattle

So the other day I call Yellow Cab and ask them to pick me up at a street corner in Pioneer Square. The dispatcher starts braying at me telling me they don't take corners - she needs a real street address. I guess they don't get Google over there or something. So I walk up the block to find a number, give her the street address and she's still barking and being generally nasty, so I told her - in classic Seattle passive-aggressive style - "Hey, you know you could be a little nicer to me."

Then she freaks the hell out and literally tells me "You want me to be nicer to you? F*** YOU! F*** YOU!" and hangs up. Yeah, literally. I thought I was on Candid Camera or something.

So I called again seeing if I could get her back and talk to her but I got someone else, and since I didn't have another cab number handy, I just told her to send me a cab. When the cabby got there I told him the story, and he told me Yellow Cab is hiring a lot of weird people lately. He said he suspected they're hiring people out of some job program to help the mentally ill, and that he's been getting a lot of similar complaints.

So, from now on: Orange Cab!