taxista care palo

And speaking of sketchy cab drivers, I only rely on sketchy alternatives when I've run out of options. A few years ago my folks came down South for a visit. The last night of their trip we stayed in the Best Western in Providencia. My parents had these beastly bags that they lugged with them for 3 weeks and getting them to the airport meant finding a larger-than-average taxi. So I asked the dude at the desk if he knew of any taxis that were vans, so as to fit everything in. He said no, but that he could get us a taxi with a big trunk. Me dio mala espina. First of all, he hadn't even seen the luggage that my folks had and he told me the taxi's trunk would be big enough, and secondly, the hotel receptionist seemed pretty flaite to me. So I turned him down and called Transvip. Unfortunately with them you can't set the time they will pick you up at. They ask what flight you are on and they decide when to swing by your hotel. And I wanted to be sure my parents got out of the country, hahaha, so, exhausted all other possibilities, I got help from the flaite recepcionist.

The taxi driver was pretty grungy looking when he showed up, and grungy is not in fashion in Chile and never was. You can deal with a grungy person from the States, and their grundge doesn't necessarily speak to their character, at least not in the same way. Here it means your dealing with a sketchball. So this grungy character shows up at our hotel and of course he didn't even have the orange license plate that all taxis in Chile have. Seriously, there's no way the receptionist didn't know one taxista. If he's going to do a favor for a friend, at least pick a friend who's a taxista. Anyway, the driver got the luggage into the trunk, barely, and we were off. When he dropped us off at the airport, there were cops right by the drive-up, so the taxi driver started trying to hurry my dad up in paying him. Of course, my dad understood about 20 words in Chilensis (not bad), but his Coa sure wasn't up to par to be able to understand the stressed-out pseudo taxi driver ranting at him to hand over the money quickly. Vuko and I were both pretty disgusted with the guy. It wasn't our fault that he wasn't a real taxi driver. That is most certainly his problem. I was kind of hoping the police would notice us so they'd fine the guy, because I really didn't like putting my folks in that position. My parents didn't even know that anything was amiss, and how would they? I'm glad for that. It makes the vacations even better.