| Comment | Early Friday morning I had to go to the vet. My cat had passed away. She was in her carrier and it was absolutely bucketing it down. The vet is about a 10 minute walk away and I was distraught. My husband went to the nearby taxi rank and asked the driver if he took card. He ‘unfortunately’ did. We got in. I was audibly crying. My husband gave the address to the vet and the driver said ‘fuck sake you’re paying card and the fare isn’t even £4?’ We hadn’t left yet so I said we were getting out and went to stand up. He said no it’s fine and I said again I wanted out, but he locked the doors and drove off.
I dug through my bag and found some smash, it was dark and I honestly could barely see at this point, so I handed it to my husband and asked if it would be enough. It was, so when we got to the vet my husband handed it over and the driver was like ‘no it’s fine let me turn my card machine on’. We just left the money in the tray and got out.
It was only after I thought we should have got his plates but I wasn’t really thinking straight. I’ve had a few cab drivers talk to me about preferring cash over card but it was the first time anyone was actively rude about it and it came at the worst possible time.
We walked home after. |
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