The plan was for tonight to be epic but little did I know about how epic it was going to be.
I turned the app on earlier than usual at 6:00pm and within seconds a request came in. That was the last time I saw the home screen until I went off line at 2:45am. One request after another adding up to 22 requests for the night and over $300 both of which may be personal bests. Even when I set the address to my home address I still received 3 more requests as I worked to steer towards home.
Lakeshore Boulevard ended up being the frequently traveled road tonight and I only had 2 requests related to the UT OU football game.
When I received the first football game related request, the app was routing me to the standard pick up spot. The rider called and wanted to know if I could pick them up on I35 service road at Manor Road. I was only 1 exit away but was headed the wrong direction. I accelerated my way through the traffic and did a u-turn at 38 1/2 street. She was still on the phone describing the clothes they were wearing when I spotted them about a quarter of a mile ahead of me. "I see you and I am coming up fast." The traffic light was red and they were not far from the intersection as I caught up with the vehicles in front of me. Thinking that I had the timing worked out in my head I told her that I was the next vehicle. She repeated that out loud to her friend who immediately bolted onto the street, yanked open the right rear passenger door of the vehicle in front of me and climbed in. "Not that one, the next one, the next one", I was almost shouting over the phone. She got her friend out and they loaded up in my vehicle rolling in laughter. "Oh my God", she said. "You should have seen the look on that guy's face".
I could only imagine some of the scenarios surrounding adopted children or children in foster care. After a long ride with a couple of ladies involved in this discipline, I have so much respect and admiration for those who try to help kids in these situations to be able to still have a chance at a good lo life.
Had several groups of younger than me guys and the usual f bomb sprees with some other stuff thrown in. "Oh my God dude. They have incredible genetics" at least 15 times. For the first time I became tired of hearing these 2 guys talk. "Its gas" is apparently the new cool thing to say about something cool. Became completely bummed out as one of the guys began to talk about his failed dreams of making it to the NFL and that damn song by Lewis Capasomebody was playing. It is the number 1 song for 8 weeks in a row now and just wish it would go away.
Then later, as the guy in the group that sat in the front seat borrowed one of the other guys phones to play music, he read a text to his buddy that had been received. "Hey man, you got a text from the chinese chick. It says, I think I want you to f*** me again." All riders blurt out stuff like I am not there or like I am one of their group. No descretion whatsoever. These guys talked a lot and seemed to be good friends but for me they had a vibe that felt odd. Almost like they were misguided in life and had no direction. It was a very empty and alone type of feeling.
There was one group of guys where we once again successfully sqeezed 8 people into the vehicle. Then later a group of large ladies filled up the same space with fewer people. Great and fun conversation with these ladies.
The last ride of the night was crazy fun. I picked up 2 young couples at Rock Rose and the conversations immediately started. By the time the ride was finished, I had 2 Pepsis, over $50 in tips, some of which was placed in my right breast shirt pocket (freebie thrill for her) and had been addressed as a DILF by both of the young ladies.
Tonights adventure ended with a #20 at the Whataburger on 620 and Lake Creek Parkway.
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