I had a scheduled ride to pick up from one of the resorts in town to take to the airport. I got to the hotel a little early, because sometimes the passengers are already ready and want to get to the airport with a cushion. The clock ran down to their scheduled time, and I had not heard from them. If you are somebody who regularly reads my posts, you will know about the waiting window we have for passengers. The window passed after five minutes and then I was told by the app that I was allowed to cancel the ride and would earn a cancellation fee.
But this passenger was going to the airport and I didn’t want them to have to try and find another ride, especially as the resort was a little out of the way, and it would probably take some time for another driver to get there. So, I decided to wait.
It was a good thing I did. Someone came rushing out of the hotel after ten minutes andasked me my name, told me theirs, and thanked me so much for waiting.
It was a couple from Texas heading back, who had misplaced their phone and were looking for it while I was waiting.
They got into the car and thanked me up and down for waiting. I was glad I did, because they were very cool people. They were from Austin, so, at least, the coolest part of Texas.
They apologized for being so late and thanked me again for waiting. They had been in town for a wedding, and had a really good time. A lot of fun for them. As I had said, they were very cool, and we engaged in conversation. It was a back-and-forth talk, which I rarely engage in as most of the time, I let the passengers talk. They asked me If I talked to passengers a lot and I told them that I normally let them talk and I listen. Our conversation started with the usual where are you from, how long have you done this, etc. type questions.
They asked me if I normally work days and I told them that I normally work nights. The male partner then said, “you must have some interesting stories to tell while working the night.“
I replied, “I do, indeed, and the more interesting ones I post on a blog.”
They asked me the name of the blog, and I told them. They asked me how the blog came about and I told them I started it on Facebook and was then encouraged to create the blog. I told them that a podcast was next and I laughed and told them o was joking. They said I should. I told them that I worked to keep it discreet and ambiguous. I rarely used real names or locations. I did tell them of the one time I used the real person’s name and said that I would not be afraid if he found me. I feel him and I still have unfinished business. For more details on that, you can check out the earlier blog.
The female partner said she had done some ridesharing a few years ago, but it freaked her out. She didn’t like driving to strange locations or having to follow directions on a GPS. But what she didn’t like the most was how she had experienced a number of creepers that she had picked up as passengers. She recounted one passenger who told her how he loved her boots and then went on to talk about how much he loved feet.
I told her that there were a number of creepy men out there, and most of the drivers I saw on the road at night were men. But I did see a lot of women drivers during the day. She told me, “no offense, that I would prefer a female driver to drive me around.“
“No offense taken,” I replied.
They did ask me about some of my more interesting rides. I talked about the lady who was sleeping with her ex-husband who was married to a new younger bride, and how the ex-wife hated her ex-husband and the new bride, and yet continued to sleep with him. You can see that blog earlier, and I remind you it is NSFW.
They asked me if I mostly posted about the bad rides. I told them, “No, I prefer to write about the good rides. I get a lot of good passengers. 99% of the people I pick up have been good.“
I dropped them off at the airport, and as the woman got out, she told me she wondered if she would be reading about them in the blog later on.
I told her, “I do like to write about the good passengers I drive. So, you might just see a story about you.“
And here we are.
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