I'm going to placate myself by looking at ZERO STARS as long as Yelp will let me. I've never left a bad review but Yellow, you're getting it.
Kansas City is a car town. It's a drinking town. It's a DUI town. It is NOT a public transportation town. Everyone here with a car is afraid to ride the bus, and they don't run late enough on evenings to even be an option. Go back 10, 15 years in Kansas City and the sight of a cab in Westport (because at that point, Downtown was still a ghost town) was like seeing Bigfoot riding Nessie on rollerskates to Xanadu. I don't even know what that means, so let's just say cabs were non-existent in this city back then.
Now, though, they're all over the place. For those of us living in the city, there's really no excuse to risk the fines, jail time, or harm to ourselves or others in lieu of spending $10. Amazingly enough, Yellow seems to have a huge stranglehold on the number of taxis in the city. I find this amazing because it seems otherwise impossible to give these people my money to get me from point A to point B and/or back again.
Well, Yellow Taxi, you are directly contributing to drunk driving and poor decision making in this city. Over the past year, we've used Yellow Taxi (and TaxiMagic) a multitude of times because, quite frankly, I like using the online cab booking, and not a lot of other companies have that. It is time for me to take a step back in time and start calling other companies because Yellow is now perma-banned.
We have had great drivers, don't get us wrong. One night, we even got my long-lost favorite driver, Webb, from years past. Hooray! We've had great conversations with people from other parts of the world who are here working their asses off dealing with drunk idiots and snob business people. However, we've also broken down on the side of the road and then been charged for the wait time AND full fare for the first AND second cab, we've had drivers race through downtown sidestreets, running red lights, narrow misses with pedestrians and other vehicles, and of course, the real magic of Yellow Cab, the no show.
The Yellow Cab No-Show is currently a legend amongst our friends. Are they expecting to meet us for drinks @7pm in Westport? Probably better make that 7:30 and Ben's DD'ing for everybody since he ended up having to drive OR Ben's going to be getting s-faced thrashed because he's concerned about his precious Sue or K's sweet, sweet Gidget parked on a dark city street somewhere overnight instead of nuzzled up behind each other back home safe in the driveway.
My favorite variety of the Yellow Cab No-Show is the angry call from the cab driver, and sometimes even MULTIPLE drivers, who tend to show up 15, 20, 60 minutes AFTER the scheduled time. There's nothing greater than calling dispatch to find out where the guy dispatched TWENTY MINUTES AGO who was five minutes away is, told they'll send somebody else out, and then have BOTH DRIVERS angrily calling me AN HOUR LATER TO FIND OUT WHERE I AM.
My OTHER favorite version of this wonderful experience is when I get the 3rd or 4th call from the driver emphatically demanding us to come out RIGHT NOW because he is at the right address DESPITE my multiple attempts at explaining to both the dispatcher and the driver that there is a difference between TERRACE AND STREET. Hey bro, I'm looking out my window, I've been posted up here for the past HOUR WAITING ON YOU because you were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago - believe it or not, YOU AREN'T OUT THERE. My guess is you are sitting at XXrd STREET and not TERRACE.
The final experience for us, after 3 final-notice experiences, happened this past weekend. We went online and reserved a pickup SIX HOURS AHEAD OF TIME, for a time THIRTY minutes before we had to be 2 miles away because we knew the drill. I called dispatch @7pm to CONFIRM our reservation, and were told yes. I even made sure to CONFIRM the dispatch to XXrd TERRACE - NOT STREET - TERRACE. Thumbs up all around.
7:20 rolls by. K starts getting nervous. I laugh and say "oh dear, this is Yellow, it's FAR too early to get nervous." 7:30. 7:40. Not even a dispatch email/text. 7:48 I call Yellow and get the same dispatcher I confirmed with at 7 and told her to cancel. As others have mentioned, she cancelled with the leathery worn tiredness of a donkey plowing the same fruitless field for the thousandth drought summer in a row.
Fast forward 4 hours and I'm running through the streets of Westport, drunk, and preparing to take my anger out on every passing Yellow cab at the thought of leaving my beloved Sue parked away from me for the night. K pulled me into a Checker cab and got me home before the NSA, NTSB, TVA, or whoever showed up to corral me. I love Sue, and I love Gidget, but most importantly they love each other and I refuse to break their bond ever again for Yellow. NEVER. AGAIN. read more