| rev:text
| - It makes me really sad to write this update, but I must inform and warn others.
I made a call and rsvp'd one spot in the van for my friend on a Saturday. California to Arizona. I gave the person the name of my friend and my cell number. The person clearly did not understand my friend's name since it was not a Vietnamese name. He asked me to spell it and then he gave up writing it down half-way through my "spelling it out slowly." I confirmed with him at the end of the call: Saturday, one person, name, time, my phone number... the guy said, "yeah, yeah, yeah."
I guess it was my fault for assuming that everything would be okay. We showed up to drop my friend off and wish him Bon Voyage. Unfortunately when I came up to the guy to present my friend, the driver was surprised and said "Uh oh."
He literally said, "Uh oh." This was the beginning of our problems.
He showed me his list of passengers and telephone numbers and my friend's name nor my phone number was nowhere to be found. He started to accuse me of not really calling to make a reservation. But at that point death rays were probably coming out of my eyeballs, so he stopped accusing me. I showed him on my phone exactly which phone number I had called and the driver was still like, "Uh oh."
The driver proceeded to ignore us and hustled to get other passengers' suitcases/bags onto the back of the van. He was trying to figure out how to make things work in his head, but I could see that this day was a particular busy day for the van and there wasn't going to be space for my friend.
After he was almost done packing the van, I finally said, "You don't have any spots for my friend, do you?" The driver agreed and I was mad as hell.
I then called a friend and asked about another bus that I had heard of: Xe Do Hoang aka http://www.lowfarebus.com.
We literally sped over to their spot in the ABC Supermarket parking lot immediately and asked about their Arizona bus. The one guy was like, "Arizona? Omg, it left already!!!" He had no idea that we didn't actually make a reservation with them. But he kindly called the driver and made the driver stop the bus. He pointed down the street and said the bus stopped for us, "just past the train tracks." So we hopped back in our car and headed for train tracks. We had no idea where it was, but then we saw a huge white bus stopped on the side of the road. The Vietnamese driver was standing there (understandably mildly mad and annoyed) and I quickly wished my friend a good trip. He ended up having an okay trip back home... NO THANKS TO XE DO ARIZONA. At one point in my life, I appreciated Xe Do Arizona but now I would recommend you try Xe Do Hoang instead.
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)
![[cxml]](/fct/images/cxml_doc.png)
![[csv]](/fct/images/csv_doc.png)
![[text]](/fct/images/ntriples_doc.png)
![[turtle]](/fct/images/n3turtle_doc.png)
![[ld+json]](/fct/images/jsonld_doc.png)
![[rdf+json]](/fct/images/json_doc.png)
![[rdf+xml]](/fct/images/xml_doc.png)
![[atom+xml]](/fct/images/atom_doc.png)
![[html]](/fct/images/html_doc.png)