As my location says, I’m in “Calgary and Edmonton.” Which means I divide my time between the two cities. My wife and I own a house in Calgary, but I keep a pied a terre in Edmonton, since I am a student at the university there. Anyway, what this means is that I’m back in Calgary many weekends and in Edmonton during the weeks. The only public transit that runs between the two cities is a bus. Well, airlines do too, but those are geared (and priced) for the business traveller. So when I go between Calgary and Edmonton, it’s on the bus.
My house is in the northern part of Calgary, and fortunately, the bus has a north Calgary stop, so I don’t have to travel into downtown before I can get home. I can hail a cab at the north Calgary stop and go home from there. But here’s where things get interesting. How much is the cab fare from the north Calgary bus stop to my house?
Well, typically, it’s about $17 or $18, depending on traffic and such. I usually give the driver a $20 bill and say, “Thanks very much.” But a couple of incidents lately have given me reason to ponder that.
The first (the Bad Incident): I got a cab, loaded my gear in the trunk which the driver had thoughtfully popped for me while he remained in the driver’s seat, and told the driver where I wanted to go. He circled the block a few times, consulted his map while we were waiting at a red light, didn’t understand my directions when I offered them, took a few wrong turns in spite of my protestations, and finally admitted he had only been in the city a week and didn’t know his way around. Meter fare: $19.60. He wasn’t happy when I gave him a $20 and told him to keep the change.
The second (the Good Incident): I got a cab and the first thing the driver did was to take my bag (“Sir, let me take that for you”) and load it in the trunk. Then when I told him where we were going, he knew immediately how to get there. He did need a few directions when we got in my suburban neighbourhood of winding streets, but I didn’t mind, and he turned where I indicated. He gave me the local weather report, told me how the Calgary Flames were doing in their game (which he had on the car radio), and offered a few local news events as well. (“Just to bring you up to date, sir.”) He took my bag from the trunk when we arrived too. Fare on the meter was $16.60; I gave him $20 and said, “Thanks very much.” He was more than pleased; he was surprised. (And I hope I can get him as a driver again someday, to tell the truth.)
Dopers, how would you have tipped the Bad Incident driver, and how would you have tipped the Good Incident driver? I’m not out to screw anybody, but I wonder about the Bad Incident driver–if he really didn’t know his way around town, did he deserve much? And what of the Good Incident driver–perhaps he deserved more? What would you have done?