This bagel’s dad visited this weekend. It was great. The best part of his visit was the following:
Him (9:30pm, day before departure): Shouldn’t you call the taxi cab and make an appointment?
Me: It doesn’t really work that way. You call, they come. Pretty straight forward.
Him: Well, in Small Town, you need to make an appointment.
Me: That’s because Small Town has a grand total of four cabs. Don’t worry, I’ll call in the morning.
Him (1:30am, a few hours before departure, wakes me from a deep sleep by poking me and shouting): I think you should call the taxi cab company and make an appointment.
Him: You should, because maybe there won’t be any cabs at that hour.
Him (3:30am, half an hour before departure): Are you going to call and make an appointment with the taxi cab people?
Me: Maybe in fifteen minutes.
Him (3:33am, shouted through the door of the bathroom): I think you should call to make an appointment with the taxi cab.
Him (3:35am): Did you do it?
Me: I will, right now. OK, I just texted them.
Him: Are they coming?
Me (after receiving text): Here we go….What?! Oh, no.
Him: What? What’s wrong?
Me: They say they’re all booked up! Dammit, we should have made an appointment!
Me: No. They’ll be here in five minutes.