[gps-talkusers] Re: shame on me
- From: TBrownGriffin@xxxxxxx
- To: gps-talkusers@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2010 02:59:03 EDT
Hi
I had one of these episodes just before Christmas, had a meeting in London,
which due to finishing late was given a chauffeured car home from. On
getting in the car, I had asked the chauffeur how long the journey would be,
'oh 40 to 50 minutes depending on traffic' was his reply.
I had my PK on my lap so sat and edited the minutes of the meeting whilst
listening to the drivers GPS, telling him to take various turns which I
didn't feel he was complying with! Engrossed in my minutes and with my GPS
receiver in the boot of the car, I suddenly realised we have been on the road
for well over one hour, I asked the driver where we were and we were about
40 miles away from home, being that we started off 28 miles away and had
driven so far! We pulled over got my receiver out and I was home a little
over an hour later, it never travels in the boot anymore!! I then gave the
driver directions back to London, the short route.
Tony
Tony
In a message dated 30/03/2010 02:22:01 GMT Daylight Time,
seadolphink@xxxxxxxxxxx writes:
Hi: - Sort of reminds me of the frustrating taxi driver I had tonight
leaving from work. Taxi pulls up after waiting over 45 minutes, driver
says
he was late because of traffic and the rainy cold weather,, I climb in the
back, and then we proceed to sit and sit and sit for several minutes, I
politely inquire on why we're not moving, the driver tells me he has to
read
his map, I begin to provide precise directions to the driver, who
completely
ignores me and continues to consult his map, and then mutters that he knows
DC, but absolutely knows nothing about MD, (where I live is a MD suburb
outside of DC), a little puzzled over this since he's suppose to be a taxi
driver, isn't he, I begin to reassure the driver that my directions are
quite sound and easy. . . But I'm getting the feeling that he's not going
to
take directions from a blind person. . . Well, after several more minutes
slide by while he's folding and unfolding his road map, I become impatient
since having been up since 5AM, I more forcibly tell him to follow my
directions or I'm calling the police or his dispatch. . . Magic words, this
got him moving finally. . . End of story, I made it home finally, but a 10
to 15 minute taxi ride turned into a 40-minute ride which most of the time
loss was convincing the driver he could trust my directions. . . I left
work
at 4:30PM and finally walked into my house at 6:45PM. . . Much too long
Kim Lookingbill
seadolphink@xxxxxxxxxxx
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[mailto:gps-talkusers-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Michael May
Sent: Monday, March 29, 2010 5:14 PM
To: GPS-talkusers-freelists.org
Subject: [gps-talkusers] shame on me
It is rare that I don't have the GPS on my person, even in my own
town. Boy, did I ever wish I hadn't put it in my bag when taking a
taxi from the CSUN Hyatt hotel to the San Diego Airport on Saturday.
The trip was only 2 miles and should have taken 10 minutes. I had my
dog partially in my lap so I decided foolishly to leave my
BrailleNote in my computer bag in the trunk.
There was horrible traffic as soon as we left the hotel with our
Algerian driver. Sheila and Alena were in the back, me in the front.
Our driver also had his own GPS running.
After about 40 minutes, we finally got near the airport only to find
out the road was closed. As our driver tried to figure out what to
do, the guys in the taxi in front of us jumped out. Since there was
no airport in sight, we figured it was too far to walk, especially
since I had a box on top of my rolling luggage. A cop banged on our
trunk and told us to move along, which we did.
The driver said there was another way into the airport and we figured
he must know what he was talking about. It was driving me crazy
because each time his GPS recalculated, he proceeded right past the
turn it told him to make. All the time, the count down to our flight
was ticking, much faster than the traffic was moving.
We completely circled the airport and started going past places we
had already been. When I asked if he had a plan, he would say
something like, "What do you want me to do? Do you have a solution?"
The GPS would say right and he would turn left. It was killing me not
to have my GPS going. I could have known when we were close enough to hoof
it.
Finally, we came back to the intersection where the policeman banged
on the trunk. We pulled into a gas station and happily parted ways.
The fare was up over $60. He offered to take no pay but I gave him
$40 anyway. Even though he was incompetent, he tried.
Still, I wished I had the GPS so I would know how far our walk was.
We finally learned that there was a major water main break and only
one road into the airport was open. After a mile walk, we caught a
shuttle and made it to the airport over 2 hours after we left the
hotel. We missed our flight but everyone else was in the same fix so
there were open seats on the next flight. This is an adventure I
could have done without but mostly it is a reminder to never leave
home or my hotel without my GPS.
Mike
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