So Saturday morning rolled around and I accidentally slept through my alarms, and didn’t wake up until 9am almost exactly. I get up and I get ready and decide to start my day on Lyft instead of Uber. The first run of my day Saturday was quite a doozey. I get to the pickup point at York Creek Apartments.
So I had an interesting (almost) trip the other morning. Before I get into the story there’s a few things that I need to get straight. I usually start every morning around 6am. The other thing that I need to share, is that it is against Uber and Lyft’s policy for any minors to be in the car unaccompanied. That is, they can not ride anywhere without somebody 18 or older with them. Ok, lets get into the meat and potatoes.
So, I had a rather scary encounter with Lyft the other day. I had a pick up on the west side, over by Blue Dog Tavern. So I headed over there and pulled in the drive way. There was a man, woman and several children out raking leaves. A very nice looking scenario. Dude gets in and I do the normal verifying of the riders name, and then their destination. He’s going to Ace hardware on Fulton street. Now, before I get into the bulk of the story, let me give you some background information.
So, I had another puker. And this one takes the cake as one of the most interesting rides that I’ve given yet.
So to start out, I picked up this group of people from the Grand Woods Lodge, better known as “The Woods”. It was a pretty normal Friday night. Things were going pretty well and I was having a pretty good night. The surge was high, and lots of money was being made. So I get a ping from this guy, and I just hit accept because, well whatever. So i head on over there and park on the side of the Woods. I wait for about 3 or 4 minutes and then I call the rider because usually they’ve gotten in by now. He answers and I can tell he’s pretty drunk and he’s looking for me on the other side of the building that’s there is no parking at. So he walks over finally and he raps on the window and motions for me to roll it down. Now let me just explain what guy looks like. Picture Pitbull. That’s it. That’s this guy. Pitbull looking dude. Button down shirt half unbuttoned, fancy big watch, sunglasses (I DID mention this as at like 2am exactly right?), and other random jewelry. Continue reading “The Puker 2”
So I posted on Facebook the other day that I had my first puker in the Jeep. You’ll find that story further down. You can also wander over to [Ride Share Life] to see it over there. But first, we ventured down to Art Prize last week. Or maybe it was the week before. It’s all been blending together. Here’s some of the photos i took.
So today’s story is straight from the horror books. I’m not sure I’ve felt as much terror in quite some time as I did last night. I thought I was going to end up in an episode of American Horror Story Cult or something. Let me tell you a story about how I ended up in the middle of the woods at 5am in the morning.
Today’s story involves a couple of guys that I picked up at the start of my day. But first, let me go back a few steps and explain how I begin most of my shifts.
When I head out, if it’s before 8pm then I always go get a car wash and vacuum everything out. Front, back, and trunk. I wipe down the seats with lemon cleaner wipes and make sure everything’s nice and clean. If I think that I’m not going to make it out before 8pm (that’s when the car wash closes), then I will do it at the end of my shift so either way, at the beginning the Jeep is nice and cleaned.
I had a pickup over in the Eastown area tonight so I headed over to the pickup on Ethel street. I pulled up to the house and there was several people outside on the porch steps drinking and smoking pot (from the smell of it.) The girl sauntered outside with the swagger of a 100 shots of liquor and up to my Jeep. She struggled to open the door to the point that I almost got out to open the door for her. She gets in, and immediately she asks about my car freshener and tells me if she throws up it’s because of that and not because she’s drunk, while she’s frantically rolling the window down as quickly as possible. Like, she literally said that. So i told her what kind it was as I pulled it out of the vent grill and set it aside on the odd chance it was really true. She then informs me that yes, she’s definitely allergic to that brand and she’s definitely going to puke because of it. I started off towards her house because it wasn’t very far away, only about 5 minutes. She spent the entire time assuring me that she wasn’t drunk and that it was the air fresher, even after I assured her I had removed it.
Thankfully we arrived puke free and my puke free streak holds.