Wednesday, March 19, 2008

you owe me...

alright...this doesn't have anything to do with bike messengers but it does have to do with messengers. the other day a company called for a p.o.d.(proof of delivery)...no big deal. we look for the drivers manifest but it's no where to be found. turns out the driver has been m.i.a. for a few days. everyone starts panicking because the pod is desperately needed so that the client can use the signature in court.

now what do we do? sh*t...we call his radio and we get nothing. we call his home and there's no answer. we call his cell phone but he won't answer. so now what? well, one of the dispatchers comes up with the idea to send another driver to his house to get his manifest and tell the messenger we're looking for to contact the base. we place an order for it cause the driver is wasting gas to go check out whats going on. no one's home but the man's girlfriend. the driver sent to look for the other driver calls base and notifies us that his lady has kicked him out...ha!

now what? there's absolutely nothing we can do. the company who is looking for the pod is freaking pissed off...don't blame them. the best we can do is keep apologizing and hope that somehow the driver shows up. about 10 minutes before my shift is over we hear a familiar voice. everyone is pretty much gone except for the night dispatch, myself, and the dispatch manager.

driver...man, you guys sent someone to my girlfriends house.

manager...yeah, well we need your manifest. we've been looking for you for a few days now.

driver...man, she kicked me out of the house. why did you send someone over there? oh yeah, you guys owe me 200 bucks.

manager...what?! you're crazy...are you quiting.

...don't know why he asked if the driver is quiting cause at this point the man is gonna get fired but...

driver...yeah man. i gotta work you know. i can't be standing by. can you pay me to stand by?

manager...you know we can't. it's just the way it is sometimes. some days are slow and some are busy. gotta take the good with the bad.

driver...yeah, i can't do it. you owe me 200.00.

why does he keep saying we owe him 200 bucks? well, turns out he had a drop across the street from the horseshoe...what?! after he dropped he turned off his phone and walked across the street to gamble...ended up losing 200 bucks. priceless. no wonder his lady kicked him out of the house. he's nuts but this story was too funny. i've seen stories like this go very, very bad and it was nice to see that although everyone is pissed there was still a sense of humor. gotta smile in these super slow days...peace.

3 comments:

trim w/ hate; ease w/ love said...

it wasn't stuart levine, was it?

Jeff said...

I heard a courier company (which will remain unnamed but it has the most descriptive of titles) had a van driver get mad at the company and steal a painting he was supposed to deliver to The Field Museum and the feds came knocking on his door in about no time. Someone told us about it as a lead for a new client. People kind of like it when the owners pick up their packages (shameless plug). If only we had a van driver, we'd be one client richer...
Purple Monkey Dishwasher. You know this game of telephone and I never like to perpetuate rumors, but this one was too amusing.

j.dot said...

yup...i heard that story also. not sure how but it did make it to my ears. you know how it is out there...news travels very, very fast. bicycle messenger fast...ha!