Have you SEEN me?

Formerly Not So Much. . .the daily musings of a 26-year-old PYT whose self-love is superceded only by her obnoxiously endearing ability to remind you at all times just how fabulous she is. Guys too stupid to realize how lucky they are to be graced with her presence? Woman with 4-pack abs climbs onto the elliptical trainer next to her? Arrives at Chick-Fil-A at 10:37, only to learn she has missed her opportunity for a chicken biscuit? She throws all these setbacks off with disdain. . .after all, have you SEEN her??

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

One More Funny Story from the Weekend

My friend BC is an absolute stitch. She was in charge of calling the taxi cab for our drunk asses on Friday night. She would pick up the phone (it was probably 11:30, midnight), talk to Celeste (the cabbie who gave me her card last time), ask me the address, and give it to the dispatcher. Let's just say my address is 37 E. 53rd Street. So the conversations would go something like this:

BC: "Hey, yeah we need a taxicab."
Dispatch: "What's the address?"
BC: "Miss Have You, what's the address. . .? 37 E. 53rd Street."
Dispatch: "It will be 45 minutes probably, we're really busy."
BC: "Ok."

25 minutes later. . .

BC: "Hey, we're just checking on our taxicab."
Dispatch: "What's the address?"
BC: "45 E. 73rd Street."
Dispatch: "We don't have that address, ok, hold on, we'll get you one. . ."

20 minutes later. . .

BC: "Hello, we've been waiting for almost an hour for a cab!"
Dispatch: "What's the address?"
BC: "As I previously stated, 58 E. 44th Street!!"

They finally refused to service us, as we kept calling back and giving a different address. I finally called when I realized that drunk BC couldn't keep the numbers straight. I proceeded to self-righteously tell the cabbie that *I* hadn't called before, give her the real address, and then announce, "And that's the address she gave you the last time. . ." Oops.

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