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[versacethotty]

tew damn kunt for her own good!!! 🤍

[people-of-uber]

Friday March 17, 2017

Friday 3/17/17

 Busy Friday – my biggest single day since the Super Bowl. It’s Friday and it’s St Patrick’s Day, so I wore my green Hawaiian shirt.

·         1:43pm. ​Airport all the way out to Sugarland. The guy works for Chevron in San Francisco; I said I was surprised that an American oil company didn’t have its main HQ in Houston, but he said it’s a corporate legacy thing, Chevron is corporately descended from Standard Oil of California so they keep their HQ out there. Didn’t have much else to say, he was reading or texting pretty much the whole way there.

·         2:41pm. Picked up a ​German guy who was dropping his car off at a dealership. He’s going back to Germany and his auto lease is up, so this is one of the last big things to take care of before he leaves. Drove him from almost Sugarland all the way into Midtown. I told him about the places in Germany I had been to on my 2011 trip (Cologne, Berlin, Munich, Fuessen, and Garmisch) and he was surprised that I knew some of the smaller towns in Bavaria, one of which is very near where he’ll be living. He’s looking forward to getting his German beers again.

·         3:09pm. ​Two guys in Midtown, they work in the in the oil business from the commodities side of things. Going to sushi restaurant. They were hit hard by the recent oil industry problems too, though more in losing money (or at least not making as much) rather than losing people and jobs.

·         3:20pm. Dropped off the two guys, and waiting right there were a mom and her kids, going to the stadium for the rodeo. The kids were quiet the whole way there as the mom whispered to them.

·         3:31pm. ​Chinese family going to the rodeo from the Greenway Plaza area. The kids were looking forward to eating all of the fried foods, the parents gave a look like “I hope we know what we’re in for this afternoon”. Spoke a mixture of English and Chinese.

·         3:52pm. ​Dropped the family at the rodeo and got a request from someone in a parking lot very nearby. I got to the lot and called the passenger to find out which store to pick him up from, but he had almost no command of the English language and I can’t understand anything in Chinese other than “thank you”. I was about to cancel the guy for a no-show, but two women who had been shopping at Marshall’s saw me. Turns out it was the husband’s Uber account that she had used to call for the car, so the phone call went to him and not her.

·         4:12pm. ​Guy going to the rodeo, trying to meet his wife who was somewhere in the carnival grounds. He said he was probably going to get dinner there, which led to a discussion of the various fried foods that are available and the different American and European beers (he likes the dark beers like porters and stouts, I like lighter ales and lagers).

·         10:22pm. Found my passengers after the rodeo, two teenage girls. Tonight was the group Fifth Harmony (the only thing I know about them is that there were five and then one either quit or got kicked out, so it was either “like those two girls who got kicked out of Destiny’s Child” or “like Beyonce when she left Destiny’s Child”). One of the girls was a fan, the other girl had no clue who the band was, but they were a’ight.

·         10:30pm. ​ “I've been waiting at the NRG yellow lot Uber pick up for like five minutes and I don't understand why it's so hard for you to get to me.” Apparently she didn’t realize that I don’t own a flying car and can’t hop over five lanes of traffic that’s at a standstill. She had an attitude and a young daughter; I gave the girl the choice of the radio station on the way home, and she said either top 40 or rap, and the mom decided that we’d listen to Top 40. On the way to their house out in Katy, I mentioned that the route had us taking a tollway, and asked if she preferred that way (she pays for tolls) or if there was another route without tolls. “I don’t know why this is so difficult, nobody ever has this much trouble going out to my house.” OK, fine, we’ll take the toll road. Just trying to give you the opportunity to save you the $5.85. She was going 25 miles on a 2.1x surge so I just kept quiet.

·         11:45pm. Unfortunately, nobody from Katy wants to go into town at 11:30pm, so I took a longer route trying to drum up some business on the way. Picked up a ​guy going home from his brother-in-law's house after playing with his Oculus Rift. That is the shit, apparently. The BIL works in some computer business so he gets a lot of stuff to try out and they love the Oculus. They weren’t drinking much because some people get sick from using it. I told him that was very similar to how astronauts get sick in space – their eyes tell them one thing but their vestibular system tells the brain something else. He thought it was so cool that he learned about astronaut stuff.

·         12:49am. ​Back downtown on Main Street, three very happy drunk girls caught a ride going back to their apartment. Definitely a trio of “Woo Girls” (“Wooo! All right! Yeah! Woohoo!”) who had the windows down while still in the bar area of downtown, asking people at the corner when we stopped at a light to dance for them because it’s Saint Paddy’s Day, Wooooo! One was fairly sober, the other two in later stages of inebriation. The latter two wandered off at one point, and the other one (with another friend of theirs) came looking for them and found them because they love them so much. They wanted to know if they were my most favoritest riders of all time, and I told them they were #2, behind the ones who tipped me $80. They were disappointed that they were not #1, but it was OK for them to be #2 because they weren’t going to tip.

·         1:18am. Two couples got into the car, but one of the girls was very far gone and looked pretty bad. I pulled out one of the plastic bags I keep in the center console and told them that the bag is free but if she gets sick in the car, it’ll be a $200 cleaning fee. Her boyfriend took the bag and said he’d make sure that she used it, and sure enough not 2 minutes later she needed it. But plastic bag to the rescue! No muss, no fuss, no cleaning fee, just a nasty hangover in the morning. I found out later that she had gotten kicked out of the bar for being sick, she had been a happy drunk until she took that one last fateful shot that put her over the edge. Dropped her and her boyfriend off at their apartment, and I made sure that she took her bag with her.

·         1:43am. The other couple in the car wanted to end the ride there and re-request me rather than just ride out to their place in the Energy Corridor 17 miles away, because they picked me up with a 2.3x surge and she didn’t want to have that extra fee all the way home. I tried to convince her to keep it where it was because they were already in the car, and if she requested someone and couldn’t get me, I’d have to leave them for another driver. She ended the trip and re-requested someone, getting me on the second try (at only a 1.4x surge, so that was better for her and at least I got to keep some surge). They told me that they had started drinking at noon, and some people (like her friend) just couldn’t hold their liquor after 13 hours.

·         3:08am. ​Picked up a Hispanic guy from The Rose Gold Club downtown to take him to his home. He barely spoke English, but I knew just enough Spanish to be able to communicate with him.