I was hesitant to leave Mountain Town, where dependable taxis abound, to return to Coastside City because it is a long way over "the hill" (actually a coastal mountain range) to rehab therapy and medical appointments.
I was assured that the coastal ride service was the dream answer to my concern.
Well, I won't know for another week or so if I will even qualify for the service, but let me tell you, this is no "dream answer."
Last week, I was scheduled to go to my interview to see if I qualify. The van driver was found idling in the parking lot, and was not outside my door as I had been told over the phone would be the case.
I went to the parking lot on my rollator. The driver got out and lowered the wheelchair lift so I could walk onto it and then hold onto the side handles as the lift pulled up flush with the van floor.
The van driver then had me leave the rollator to walk forward to sit in an aisle seat where I was strapped in by the seatbelt.
"So," he says while starting the van, "You are going over to Bayside City."
I tell him that I was told on the phone that I was supposed to go to the local retirement home for my interview. He gets on the phone and then confirms that my appointment is in Bayside City. Without even blinking, he then asks what time he should pick me up.
Well, my goodness, how should I know? The game plan has already been changed. Just think, it is us strokies who are supposed to be confused, not the folks in charge,
So off we go. As soon as we hit the beginning of many curves I discover that there is nothing to hang on to and there is no armrest on my aisle seat. Add this to one more concern: If the van ever had shocks, they are now quite missing in action. Every bump in the road is a jarring surprise.
At last we got there and I had my "interview." The session consisted of my signing a bunch of papers and then being told that "if I am accepted," I need to schedule all rides 24 hrs in advance. The cost per each way of the ride is $3.75, exact change only.
The answer to all my questions was the same, "All that info will be in your packet if you are accepted to the program."
The ride home was even worse. The seats available were all on a padded bench with nothing to hang onto. It was awful.
I came home shrouded in disappointment. For now, I am suspending all thoughts until I get my letter of acceptance or rejection next week. Bummer!
Now how much would I give to drive?