As I waited for my plane at LAX, I’m somewhat amazed at how many people there took seats clearly marked for “Disabled,” even though they weren’t. And it’s not like there weren’t any other seats available – which wouldn’t have excused it – but that plenty were open, and nearby. The thoughtlessness was palpable.
The cab ride to the airport was fine – there’s a small taxi company I came across a few years that I quite like, Sunshine Deluxe (and have written about in the past). They’re family run, have only a small fleet, but have been very efficient with nice cars and show up early. My one quibble is that they still have old credit card swipers which can’t read today’s credit cards, but require embossed numbers. It’s not a problem, but the card I use gives me double-points, and it doesn’t work with the old machines. Hopefully they’ll move to the new technology soon.
But one thing did bother me. I’ve usually gotten the wife of the group, Yolanda, as my driver, but she wasn’t available this morning. (The only time I haven’t, I got her husband Pedro.) The driver today was personable, got there early and did a good job – but at the end, he gave me his business card and said, “If you liked your ride, maybe you’ll give me a call,” What I realized is that because Sunshine Deluxe is small, they must occasionally hire out to preferred independent contractors when they’re overbooked. And this guy was trying to drum up business. I haven’t decided for sure, but I’m inclined to send Sunshine Deluxe a note when I get back. While it borders on “snitching,” I look at it differently. I really like Sunshine Deluxe and the people I’ve dealt with. They’re a very small business, working hard to build their clientele. And not only was this trying to steal business from people I like, but if he succeeds (and others like him) that can have an impact on Sunshine Deluxe and risk putting them out of business – which not only hurts them mostly, but me as well, who likes to take them. So, I’ll likely send a note. I don’t want to get the guy in trouble, but what he’s doing is wrong, and I also don’t want people I like to take a hit because his actions.
Anyway, I’m in Chicago now – Evanston actually, very near Northwestern University. I was planning to go into the city tomorrow, but with James Comey testifying, I might change my plans…