06/26/18

I don't really care to much for the Uber Pool option.  It can mean that there could be additional complete strangers in the vehicle and it definitely means that there will not be a tip.  My preferred name for this option would be Uber Imacheapass.  Oh well.  I had an Uber Select rider yesterday so I guess it all works out.  Why did they build the new Oracle building in that part of town?

I was considering turning the app off when a request for Uber Pool came in.  It was an easy pickup right off of Mopak and Far West.  I pulled right up the address which was an apartment leasing office.  I get a call from the rider asking where I am at and I tell him that I am at the apartment leasing office.  The rider sounds really red neck trashy and tells me that I was at the wrong place.  I start to back out and see a person talking on their cell phone about 25 feet from my vehicle.  I can see that what he is saying is the same thing that I am hearing on my phone so I roll down my window and shout "hey, I'm right here".  "Oh, shit!  The app always messes up and I thought you were across the street", he said.  He was carrying the smushed up remains of a six-pack of beer and talked like he had drank more than that six-pack.  He smelled like it too.  Mix in the smell of cigarette smoke and clothes that looked like he had obtained them from underneath one of the bridges where the so-called homeless people hang out and you have a social catastrophe waiting to happen.  "You must be rich", he said.  "How do you recline this seat"?  He reclined it way back.

"These mother-fuckers are assholes here.  One guy parked his car and his didn't seem to know that his bumper was about to fall off.  I went over to let him know and he shushed me away".  "He thought he was too good to talk to me or shake my hand.  It happens a lot".  He plugs his phone into the charger and Hank Jr. automatically starts playing from his phone.  I had not heard Hank Jr. in a very long time.  "Too many crazy people here".  I asked him where he was from and I could not hear a word of his response because of Hank Jr.

About that time a nice looking Mercedes passed by.  "Fuck you!  You think you are better than me?"  I asked him where he worked.  "I work where ever the fucking pay is good".  "There goes another one!  Fuck you!"  The guy was drunk and was being a red-neck asshole.  We made it not too far away to another apartment complex and I dropped him off.  He wanted to know my name and to shake my hand.  After that I took off around a corner and as soon as I hit the freeway, I rolled down all of the windows to flush out the odors.