Anticipating a busy night even though I had completely forgot about the UT game. First ride was from Avery Ranch to North Italia in downtown. Good way to start out. Upon dropping them off on beautiful 2nd Street, I received another request at Trinity and MLK. Easy enough. NOT! This is when I was reminded of the football game. Numerous street closures and it took a while and several deviations from the navigation to get to where I could pick them up. They did get picked up and off to The Domain we went. Other than a midnight drive by on Mopac, this would be the last time I saw the streets of downtown Austin for the night.
Had the first completely Spanish passenger and conversation. I can tell a hard working Mexican male a mile away. They are polite and have a certain confidence in their voice. This guy was certainly one of those hard workers.
Young lady was out with a friend for the first time since her and her husband had a new child. She was riding by herself using her friends Uber. Fun conversation about the Jalepeno Ranch sauce that Chuy's serves. That stuff is frikin' awesome.
Shortest ride of the night was a young female that lived close by her work but felt that it was too dark for her to walk home. Good decision. The younger ones usually do not tip but I noticed the next day that she did.
Picked up a group of people that were going to The Post Tavern. The gentleman setting shotgun asked me to tell him about an interesting experience while driving rideshare. I told him about the bachelorette party that I picked up on the south side of the Congress bridge and how they were all completely wasted already, handing out all of the windows of the vehicle and "blessing" everyone we passed with their little wands that had a penus on the end of it. I told him about how the traffic was terrible and we were stuck on the Congress street bridge with these ladies coming on to all the guys and waving their penus wands around for all to see. I thought we were going to get out assed kicked. There was a brief laugh then he went into information sharing mode about how it is natural for males to seek somewhere to stick their penus. He had seen a documentary or something and males of various species naturally look for something to stick their "pee pee" in. His wife is one of the people in the group and they are all a little set back that he is telling the story but all are laughing and enjoying the moment. He shook my hand as he was getting out. That doesn't happen very often and for me is always a sign that they enjoyed the trip. I know that I did.
A request for a pick up in downtown Pflugerville came in. The address was the Red Rooster. I pulled up and a female came over and I asked if she was the rider. She said yes but it was for a friend and he is soooo drunk. He is just going home but he is soooo drunk. "Will he need a barf bag?", I asked. The woman turned around and yelled, "HEY! ARE YOU GONNA NEED A BARF BAG?" I never did get an answer but when I saw it was an older man, I wasn't as worried about it. He looked like a seasoned veteran at this kind of thing. He and his friend got in the vehicle and he wouldn't close the door. He kept talking to the lady who was trying to get him on his way and allow the traffic we were holding up, to flow. We finally got on our way and his first words to me were, "does that fuckin thing tell us the right place to go?" I told him what it said and was okay with that but then asked what mother fuckin service is this? "Uber" I said. Fuckin son-of-a-bitches. Fuckin' Uber. Shit, I think I really fucked up. I told me ex-wife that I loved her. Was that the wrong thing to do?" I told that it probably was not as long as no-one did anything wrong. "Well that piece of shit husband she has now probably want like it. Fuck him. I do still love her. Fuck it, we'll see what happens." "It's the next street up there. Bunch of fuckin niggers in there always shooting everything. You got a gun?" I hadn't heard anyone use that word in a long time and I didn't answer his question about a gun. "Turn left and then turn left again. Do you know how to fuckin drive?" "I am following your directions so we are depending on you getting us to where we need to be", I told him in a confident voice. That seemed to shut him out, for about 5 seconds. "There's some of them fuckin niggers", he said. I didn't see anyone and as we turned the corner to where he said he lived I saw 2 Hispanic ladies to which he referred to as niggers as well. He got out and turned to look at me. "You take care of yourself", I demanded. He smiled and gave a kind of a salute wave off thing to me. Wow! Glad this was a short trip. I immediately received another ride request but stopped on the way to look in the back and see if everything was in order.
The longest ride of the night started near Parmer and Anderson Mill and went down to Southwest Parkway. I was struggling to stay awake, which usually does not happen. On the trip back I had the app set to find rides going towards my home address. It was after midnight and there is usually always someone going home at that time. Not tonight. I made it all the way to the Whataburger at 45 and Lake Creek. I felt obliged to stop at Whataburger and do a quality control check of the taquitos.
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