Shrek the Musical was playing at the Zilker Hillside Theatre and I received a request near that area. There was no rider at the indicated pick up spot so I called. The rider said they were at some apartments 1 block over. I circled around and found no apartments and no rider. I continued on and got a call from the rider saying that I had just gone past them. I did a U-turn and went back the way I came and saw nobody. Made another phone call and was at the place they said they were and no one was there. The rider ended up cancelling the ride a few moments later.
Only seconds after the ride was canceled another request came in with the same location. This one was a female and instead of driving around in circles again I called her to find out where she was. As she answered the phone I looked to my right and she was right beside my vehicle. We both made silly hand gestors related to the blatant obviousness of the location, and she got into the vehicle. We immediately connected and a chain of very interesting conversations started and continued all the way to the drop off location over near Riverside and Pleasant Valley. It was an amazing connection. I later noticed that she had added me as a Preferred Driver raising my client count up to 12.
Just as always, I try to make my way home and never make it. It was after 1:00am and I was hungry so Whataburger taquitos were sounding really good. I was headed out of downtown and received a request from someone in the UT campus area. I wasn't too far away and made it to the indicated address in a short period of time. There was no one there and it was a parking lot in a back alley. I called the rider and they told me where they were, which was not where the app indicated. It was close and I turned onto a side street and headed that way. Only seconds later the rider calls back and asks where in the hell I was and why it had taken over 20 minutes when he had "dropped the pin" in the exact location. I informed him that the indicated location was not the location where he was at and that it had not taken more than 20 minutes from the time I had received the request. He continued talking at me as if I was an employed servant. I told him not I was only 2 minutes away and then turned into the parking lot 15 seconds later. He saw my vehicle and came around to get in without any of his previously disrespectful tones. I took him to his destination and upon closing out the ride, felt obliged to give him a negative rating, which I did. This was the first time in over a year of rideshare driving that I have given anyone a negative rating. There is no reason for someone to act like a fucking prick and certainly not towards someone such as myself.
If I would not have been pissed off at the previous ride I probably could have enjoyed the upcoming ride much better. I received a request from Rock Rose street in the Domain just as I had the night before. Upon arrival I indicated that I had arrived and made a pass down the street not gaining anyone's attention that might be waiting for a ride. Upon the 2nd pass I texted the rider to let him know I had arrived. Moments later I received an answer to the text and a phone call at the same time. The person calling was a female and stated that she was the one to be picked up. She said she had a glow stick and was having it from the curb. I saw her ahead and could not believe my eyes. As I stopped and she was coming around to get in, I reviewed the text from the requestor of the ride as it had become clear that he would not be the actual rider. The text said "She's outside Dogwood." "Tall hot Hispanic chick." He was telling the truth. "No fuckin shit", I said to myself as she got into the passenger side of the vehicle. "I have got to get the fuck out of here" she said.
I started the ride and there was no drop of location. She said she was going to the Yellow Rose and asked if I knew where that was. I told her that of course I did and away we went. She was very antsy and at one point in the trip grabbed my forearm and ran her hand up to the inside of my elbow in a moment of anxiousness. She asked about me and what I do to which I answered with a few general and vague things about myself. She kept commenting on how great she felt and could not wait to get to the Yellow Rose so she could have someone touching all over her body. I speculated to myself about what it was that had here feeling so good and what kind of day life she lived to support her obvious familiarization with the night life. She was a big party ready and waiting to happen and it would be an expensive party if one was going to take her on. Wow. What do girls like this do when they get older and their looks don't carry them as well? As good as this chick looked it would probably take until she was 80 for all of that to wear off. There is no way on earth I would want a lifestyle like the one I was perceiving that she had, in fact its kind of a bummer thinking about what her perceived priorities are. Still, I could not help but wonder about her life style. And what is going on with these night ending trips from Rock Rose to a gentleman's club?
I turned off the app and made my way to a Whataburger. As I pulled up I received a text from one of my crew at work saying that there had just been a shooting on 6th street. I read information about the shooting on the Internet while I was thoroughly enjoying my taquitos.
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