He didn't take the scenic route or anything, he was going off of my directions. It was genuinely a 60 euro fare. in fact the meter was 67, but he charged 60.
It was a wonderful blend of miscommunication on both sides and my own tendency to be laid back as well as completely backwards thinking.
Without naming music groups and rural towns of mayo (and making the story Google hit no.1) the bare bones of it was;
A very large music ensemble that I am occasionally a guest artist with, had two gig, two days in a row, a Saturday and Sunday.
I was invited to the first one; the Saturday. A evening concert about 11 minutes out the road.
I had a friend that would drop me off to it so at the rehearsal earlier in the week when they started talking about travel arrangements for both concerts I stopped listening. I did distinctly remember them saying "we'll meet at 4" and "bus" but I put it out of my head as "information I didn't need to know; I already had a seat there".
Later that week I was offered a gig unrelated to the evening concert with a different group on the same day. It was OK I had plenty of time for both, so I said yes. I just had to make sure I could get from one to the other, and I could; I would just be travelling independently from the rest of the musicians doing the Saturday evening concert, same as before. I would also be showing up probably closer to the concert start time then them as well, but again, not a big deal.
Then the day of the concert just before I was due to begin the short notice gig beforehand, I was called up and asked if I'd like to join them for the second concert(Sunday). This is where I should have arranged for travel to that concert . I said I could and then quickly hung up and prepared for the gig I was about to play.
I finished the gig, had a nice relaxing dinner, and went home got changed and got dropped off at the evening concert with time to spare. I was a bit put back by a what I though was a lack of professionalism: a lot of the musicians were just willy nilly showing up, was I early? wasn't there a bus?
No, it must be that I misheard and there wasn't a bus for all the musicians to this concert, "after all it is only a few minutes out the road: yeah, that makes sense. The bus was probably for the other gig, which is handy because I don't know where it is yet and now I'll only need to show up and sit down" I though as more musicians showed up in their individual cars.
Next day twiddling my thumbs (almost literally, but at the very least playing playstation) waiting for a not psychotically over-early time to show up for the bus at 4.
I called to see if their rehearsal venue was where they were meeting (at 4) or somewhere else.
The guy I talked to was already there, there was no bus, the bus was for yesterday's gig (well who the fuck was on it!?).
I asked him for direction, and become very worried: it was then I booked the taxi.
Because I had agreed to the gig only the day before, nobody thought to offer me a seat. I didn't think to ask because I was a few seconds away from starting a gig and was already in my "matchplay" frame of mind. Then when I arrived at the evening concert (the next natural point of bringing up transportation), it seemed from what I observed to be absolutely certain that because the Saturday gig was so close to town and that drivers were showing up one by one that of course the bus was for the other gig. Knowing how cranky people get when I ask for clarification for what seems like obvious questions, I decided to let it go, and just use deduction, for once, rather then logic, to acertain that yes the bus was for tomorrow's concert.
60 quid please.
and that's a day in my life.