Who Says It Pays To Be A Nice
Guy?
By
Bill Galloway
©copyright 1998 Bill Galloway
Am I an idiot or what?
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You've probably heard the cliché that it
doesn't pay to be a nice guy, well based upon my experience, I know this
to be sometimes true. I've had more than enough instances in my life where
people have taken advantage of me because I actually am 'a nice guy' and
they have even lied to me to get what they want. Has this ever happened
to you? Let me share with you my most recent experience in which this
occurred. I drive a cab for a living; and a couple of months ago I picked
up an attractive young woman who used her charm and wit to take advantage
of my good nature and get a free cab ride. This woman, who told me her
name was Lee Eldin, could not pay for her cab fare and also lied to me
about paying me back.
Lee Eldin, if that is her real name, told me that she had just completed
a drug rehabilitation program and was on her way home to Paso Robles,
which she said was on the other side of the state in Southern California.
She needed a ride to the Santa Rosa Amtrak bus stop just a few miles away
from where I picked her up at. Although Lee told me that she did not have
any money before she got into the cab, she assured me that I would be
paid. She claimed to have cash waiting for her via a money gram through
Western Union. So I, being all too helpful and trusting, did not hesitate
to offer my taxi cab services to her.
Even though I thought Lee was cute, my motivation to help was really just
to be a nice guy. Besides, she was already married. Lee told me that she
was attempting to get her life back in order so that she could be with
her two-year-old child. The courts had separated her from her daughter
and husband while she was going through the process of getting clean and
sober. I was touched by her sad story and honestly believed that she was
going through a difficult period of transition. However, the more we talked,
the less sympathetic I felt toward her situation. Lee's husband was still
using drugs and; although she claimed to have quit even before going into
a drug treatment program, she became sober not for herself, but to satisfy
a court order. This makes me think that she will eventually go back to
using drugs again.
Looking back on this experience, I also realize that I too was guilty
of abandoning good judgement. I consider myself to be a fair judge of
character, but this time I was duped. And to justify my actions, I told
myself that I was doing a good deed; and besides that it was not a busy
morning so I wasn't losing other cab fares. Despite my rationalizations,
it was my mistake to expect payment, knowing full well that she did not
have any money regardless of her circumstances. But instead of denying
her a cab ride, I offered to help anyway. I figured that I would get paid
once we found a place where she could get access to the money that she
claimed to have waiting for her.
First, we stopped at an automotive repair shop down the street from where
I picked Lee up, so she could barrow a phone book to find a place that
offers Western Union's services. Next, we went to two supermarkets. Lee
was in and out of the first store within a few minutes, but was gone for
about a half an hour at the second location. The first supermarket no
longer carried Western Union's services; and unfortunately for me there
wasn't any money waiting for her at the other place that we checked either.
By this point, I was rather annoyed with Lee. She had just wasted close
to an hour of my time. The meter had run to about twenty dollars; and
I felt confused about how I should handle this situation. It was obviously
moving from bad to worse. To help her save money, I even shut the meter
off for a short period of time while she checked on the status of her
supposed funds.
I was hesitant about getting the police involved. Although, I knew at
this point that Lee was a screwed-up individual, a part of me still wanted
to help her. For some odd reason I felt like I was doing the right thing.
Maybe I should have my head examined? The other reason I did not call
the police is because I did not want to see her arrested and go to jail.
Besides that, I would not only still be out the money that she now owed
me, but more importantly, I'd be losing a considerable amount of money
by not being out on the road seeking other fares. Either way I looked
at it, I was caught in a losing battle.
Also, little did I know at the time that I was playing perfectly
into Lee's scheme. This woman, who could have easily won an academy award
for her acting performance, became emotionally distraught and I thought
that she was going to start crying. So instead of confronting her about
the money that she now owed me, I felt sorry for her. And even though
I was suspicious and did not trust her, I gave her ten dollars so that
she could pay for her bus trip home. Am I an idiot or what? Lee was thrilled
by my generosity. She smiled and gave me a warm hug goodbye as well as
promised to send me thirty dollars to cover the cost of the cab ride and
the money that she borrowed from me.
Lee assured me that I would receive the money that she owed me within
a few days. I realize that you can not always take people at their word,
especially a complete stranger, so I took a necklace of hers as collateral,
which she reluctantly gave me. Lee told me that the necklace had sentimental
value because her grandmother gave it to her. This made me think that
this might encourage her to pay me back that much sooner. Well, I thought
wrong. Although we exchanged addresses, after two weeks had passed without
a response from her, I realized that I had been taken. Out of the slim
hope that Lee might have accidentally lost my address, I decided to mail
her a letter reminding her of our agreement. By this point, I wasn't too
surprised when my letter was returned to me a few days later. She had
given me a false address.
Looking back now, I can see that I was not upset about the money. What
disturbs me most of all is that Lee did not keep her word with me. And
while the majority of people who I give cab rides to will not only pay
me, but will also leave me a tip, this is not the first time that someone
has taken advantage of my good nature. You see, I also made the mistake
of telling her about a similar situation in which I had gotten an Italian
made suit that was one size too large for me from a passenger who could
only pay me twenty dollars on a eighty dollar cab fare. This gentleman
and I say that rather loosely, promised to pay me back too; and I never
heard from him again. I called the police that next day and was told by
an officer of the law that once you make a barter agreement with someone
it moves from being a criminal matter into being a civil one.
In hindsight, it was not wise of me to divulge this information to Lee,
as I was providing her with the knowledge that allowed her to take advantage
of me. But at the time, I also did not know that I was going to be getting
ripped-off again. I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt, however,
the next time something like this happens I will be more cautious and
might even call the police. But in all honesty, I am not sure exactly
what I will do in the future. What I do know is that I wanted to write
a story about how someone took advantage of me for being a nice guy.
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