Friday we got our things together and decided to meet Walt in New York at my mom's house in the Bronx. If you didn't know Walt is been in a training in Delaware since the 28th of September, and he's been coming home every weekend since then.
I called TWO hours before the time, and I was told that I was going to get a call 5 minutes before 2:30 to let me know the car was on the way. At 2:35 I called back and I was told they will call me when a car was available, and the nasty dispatcher got the courage to argue with me that my train will leave at 3:12 pm and not at 2:48 that I had time. . . Long Story short I missed the train. . . .
Finally we made it to Fordham Road in the Bronx at 7:20 pm hungry and exhausted for the hard long trip which Samantha enjoyed to the fullness, we went to get some Spanish food and headed to grandma's house to eat.
Moral of the story: don't call the taxi cabs on Waterbury they will let you die before they arrive, because that's the only company in town, it's a monopoly, and they don't even have good service.