"WTF is our taxi??"
We are not having much luck with customer service, not sure if it is because we are English or if customer service is just not something that happens here ..
Even though we were stood looking at the signs that say "4001" "pearson ford" and "El Cajon Blvd" they argued we *had* to be at a different address.
The never did arrive so we got pizza instead.
San Diego, shame on you.
Update:
Todays taxi journey was just as bad. The taxi driver began by calling three seperate people for directions for 20mins, repeatedly asking for us to spell out the address over and over and over.
"P? E? I?"
"No, p.e.A.r.s.o.n"
"P … E … I …"
"No, ‘A’ .. A not I"
"That’s P..E..I.."
In the end Nick said "Pearson Ford, P for Peter, E for Easter, A for Apple, R for Robert, S for Sunshine, O for Orange, N for Never F-ing Getting This Taxi Again"
OMG do these people even have a clue between them?
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