I really do. most of the time.
Already having a bad morning, I trecked my way home from Oakville on the train, finding my ipod dead and many a thought in my head. Swimming ones. Uncomfortable ones. Those kind that won't let go.
I arrived at Union, and in haste, anticipation of home, and The Office season three dvds, I jumped into a cab with no cash on me except maybe some quarters. Visa.
After finally arriving at home, handing th driver the card and hearing "sorry, no green cards here" I just wanted to die.
"Convieniance store"
I have no debit card. I switch purses too often. I use it too often, never making its final destination to my wallet most times.
There's a TD down the street, I suggest going there, and after finally running in there nearly sobbing, probably looking like a chicken with her pretty little head cut off, I had twenty dollars. (mental note: pay twenty dollars on visa immediately to avoid immediate intrest)
(mental note: visa paid) I jsut found my debit card in my wallet. I seriously have some kind of horrible karma attacking my life.
(YES! got paid!)
I got into the cab thinking, Ill pay him and walk home, it's not far. "Get back in here" he says, and I do.
"Give me ten dollars and Ill take you home" At this point the cab meter must have been around 11.00 on the meter, plus another 3.00 to get home.
I'm nearly in tears when he pulls up to my house and turns around to say "You know what happened to me today" I nod, and he proceeds to tell me about a couple in the car, going to the film festival, not knowing where the theatre was, talking about million dollar deals, and then when the cab driver gets lost, admits he was lost and that it's his fault, the two of them don't pay him.
"What shit!" he yells. ha, made me laugh.
He wished me a good day and took off.
There are some assholes in the city, but when you really need them, the good ones always pull through.