Canada peoples in Blampton ah clazy.
I phone Bramcity for cab to food store, where I wish to buy pickeled dog eyes, snake guts and cat fillet.
Very bad dispatcher at night.
Woman tell me that she is Italian and Engrish Canadian and no eat like me.
No cab.
I borrow bicycle from boy next door, but they not let me take into soopermarket.
Canada is bad country. They plejudice, because they no like what I eat.
As the head neuro-surgeon at a major Canadian hospital, I find Tom Fung's comments to be innapropriate. Initially, he has difficulty expressing himself in English. Therefore, how can he rationally state what he means. Secondly, he should know that "pickled dog eyes" have not been for sale in Brampton for many years.
I express my utmost respect for the Italian/English, lady dispatcher at Bramcity.
Her right to deny Tom Fung a taxi is clearly supported in Her Majesty's Charter of 2005, in which Queen Elizabeth states that "pickled dog eyes" are a commodity that can no longer be transported by "a hired vehicle on demand".
Examine your unreasonable attitude towards Bramcity, Mr. Fung. No drivers in Brampton are qualified to transport this delicacy. Therefore, you will understand why Her Majesty appropriated the Charter of 2005.
Sincerely,
William T. Fung M.D., F.R.C.P.
I think that Bobby Max is disgusting. You can't blame Bramcity for not picking up his Maw and the gent with two wooden legs. Wood is flammable, and should be transported appropriately.
Bobby Max should have driven his Maw and the the gent to the nearest "flea bag" motel. The wooden legs could have been carried in the back of his pick-up truck, while they were driven to the flea bag motel.
Bobby Max' maw could have screamed in joy all night as her gent friend satisfied her old glory.
I took ma maw to the legion the other night. Like any other 70 year old woman, she still likes to drink a couple of bottles and 'bout 9 draft beer. After, she likes her "hoochie coochie" with a man. I figures thats normal. Thats how she made me. Anyway, she picked up a guy with two wooden legs, who was going to jam her. Bramcity refused to take them. Shame on you! She was going to have the feller jam one of his legs up her puss. All she did was get to blow him in the parking lot.
I am a regular customer of todays taxi.They have a wonderful service and i just wanted to say they have a dispatcher there named tammy.I think she is so nice .Keep up the good work tammy are you married lol hope not
well. i have another story to tell......driver 0f #140 cab june 19th at 9:47 pm pulled up in one way street WRONG, i called dispactch and i was told that driver is outside waiting. just to my surprise driver was talking through his blue tooth relaxing two houses away from my house parked his taxi wrong side of that one way street,he entered from wrong end of the access to the property clealy marked one way street. i came out holding two suitcase in my hand and he asked me where to go!! on my request i asked him to pop up his taxi trunk and put my luggage in as i was getting late to catch my flight to london from terminal 3.
stevie -- Canberra (Australian Capital Territory) (Australia)
posted: 2008-11-17 11:20:07
I came here on holiday from Australia. Just because I like men doesn't mean that your bloody witch of a phone answer laughs and hangs up on me. Not a good reflection on Canada.
I phone Bramcity for cab to food store, where I wish to buy pickeled dog eyes, snake guts and cat fillet.
Very bad dispatcher at night.
Woman tell me that she is Italian and Engrish Canadian and no eat like me.
No cab.
I borrow bicycle from boy next door, but they not let me take into soopermarket.
Canada is bad country. They plejudice, because they no like what I eat.
I express my utmost respect for the Italian/English, lady dispatcher at Bramcity.
Her right to deny Tom Fung a taxi is clearly supported in Her Majesty's Charter of 2005, in which Queen Elizabeth states that "pickled dog eyes" are a commodity that can no longer be transported by "a hired vehicle on demand".
Examine your unreasonable attitude towards Bramcity, Mr. Fung. No drivers in Brampton are qualified to transport this delicacy. Therefore, you will understand why Her Majesty appropriated the Charter of 2005.
Sincerely,
William T. Fung M.D., F.R.C.P.
Bobby Max should have driven his Maw and the the gent to the nearest "flea bag" motel. The wooden legs could have been carried in the back of his pick-up truck, while they were driven to the flea bag motel.
Bobby Max' maw could have screamed in joy all night as her gent friend satisfied her old glory.