He Can Taxi Himself Back To Where He Came From

(I work for a reputable car company and am driving a courtesy van to drop off and pick up customers from the train station. A guy opens the door:)

Guy: “Drop me and my Mrs. at the airport.”

Me: “Sorry, sir, I’m not a taxi and I’m only a courtesy car to bring customers back to the service centre to pick up their car.”

Guy: “You are f****** useless and should get a real job.”

Me: “You’re the useless one that can’t see the giant logo and brand name that stretches across the length of the van.”