Around 1:35 or so, I gort a call from the driver, only I could not hear a damned word he said. After asking several times if he was outside, I told him I was coming outside and I would call him back. Only the dirty bastard turned off his phoneand I left three voice messages over the next fifteen minutes or so, the last being something like, Rot in hell, you asshole, and fuck you. I called AAR, and they told me he waited and then left since I was a no-show. I called AAR, explained the situation, spoke to two lovely ladies who put me on hold, and the phone went dead. By this point, my legs and back were killing me, and I had to decide if I wanted to continue leaning against a fender, bursting into tears, orthrowing myself under the next car that passed.