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Back in 1990 I had a part time job driving executive sedans in the evening and sometimes on weekends. It paid well for a part time job, and I got to drove relatively new cars around the city and surrounding suburbs.
One evening, probably a Friday, I get a call to head over to Boston College for a pick up. The guy is heading to Logan, which is not a big deal. The problem was that the dispatcher screwed up the reservation and needed a car there ASAP.
Now, all I know is that it's a rush job, meaning the customer needed to catch his flight.
I rush over, pick the guy up, and from square one he's ripping into me. He's on his cell phone telling his significant other what a POS I am, that he hopes I know how to drive, where the airport is, etc....
All of this interlaced with f-bombs and other choice adjectives and adverbs that could make a sailor blush.
Needless to say I was REALLY tempted to pull over on the Pike and walk away with the keys, but I restrained myself, sucked it up and got him to the airport in plenty of time.
The kicker was that this jack-hole didn't even know which carrier he was using. (Delta or Delta-Express - two different terminals)
After that I got on the radio and proceeded to rip into the dispatcher, without the colorful superlatives, and told him that you had better not EVER do that to me again. End of story.
Bottom line: even though restraining yourself may save your job, what good is that if that job doesn't cover your medical cost when you develop an ulcer from "s#^&#^&#^&#^&#^&g it up" with so many a-holes and idiots?
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