I had a frightful experience with a taxi company earlier today, when in the process of ordering a taxi, I was forced to sit and listen to the taxi receptionist speak in code at the taxi drivers. Who was monitoring their radio channels? The military? Did they have to encode their radio chatter in an effort to thwart an international drugs smuggling ring? Needless to say at that point, I made up my mind never to use their company again, unless of course I am concealing a significant shipment of something that requires encrypted radio chatter and I have plenty of time to sit and listen to the phone conversation - which was extremely difficult by the way. Unlike my home town's user friendly service, the receptionist at this company either didn't have a clue where I was, didn't have a clue about the town or simply wished to be difficult and thus the conversation dragged out for nearly 20 minutes.
Also, much to my dismay, several of the codenames were of places. Imagine if one were to get them confused? The shock and possibly abject horror of Codename Chatham as he is sent to Glasgow town centre to pick up a fare going to the railway station in 15 minutes. Luckily I only got London, but that in itself was enough to confuse me as I heard my instructions for where I was repeated loud in clear as being for London. Not fun.
I would name the company, but they might attempt to track me down - if they can actually find me. It took them nearly half hour to find somewhere in their own town, at that rate, I'd be waiting over a year for them to come find me here.
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