Most of my day rides are pretty boring… people don’t tend to talk. They just want to get where they are going and have not had their tongues loosened with alcohol.
I picked up a father and daughter from a fancy resort this morning at 8a. They had scheduled a tour of the university as they were now checking out colleges for the daughter.
The man had a wrapped knee, which, I guessed, was why he was wearing shorts. It was a chilly morning, more pants kind of weather, and for the locals, more parka kind of weather.
He got into the car struggling with the leg and grumbled that it prevented him from getting in any golf on the trip and that the resort had a great golf course he had played the last time he was here.
The daughter was in a dress made of very thin material and I figured that the cold didn’t phase them. The father confirmed that by marveling how the hotel staff were all in heavy jackets and that the front desk people had space heaters on next to them. He and his daughter were from Seattle and at this time of the year, it was freezing and wet and so temperatures in the 50’s were a walk at the beach for them. The daughter comments how she was sunbathing the day before and planned on doing more of that after the university tour.
The father had lived here sometime in his past and was recounting to his daughter what every building use to be as we drove along. I wasn’t sure if he was an alum of the university but he sure had a fondness for the city. He talked about how he really liked how the city was laid out, how the university was such a major part of it, how traffic was not an issue, and that it was surrounded by incredible nature. None of which seemed of any interest to his daughter.
I had been playing one of my driving mixes and Snoop Dogg popped on… something I didn’t realize was in the “Easy Going Morning Mix”.
I skipped by it and the father said, “Oh, man, we love Snoop! Don’t we, hon?”
The daughter confirmed that they were both fans of the Dee Oh Double Gee. “You didn’t skip that because you thought we would be offended, did you?” the man asked.
“I just figured ‘Gin & Juice’ wasn’t a popular morning song,” I replied. But hey, what the passengers want, they get, and I clicked it back on.
“We haven’t had our coffee, yet, so some gin and juice would help wake us up!” the father said with a laugh.
As we bounced along, they sang along and harmonized on “I got bitches in the living room gettin’ it on and, they ain't leavin’ til six in the mornin’…”
At that point, the father noticed a Dunkin Donuts and was surprised that they were here. He commented how he was originally from Boston where they were on every street corner like Starbucks was in their current home of Seattle.
Which brought them to, “So we gonna smoke a ounce to this, G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this… Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ endo, sipping’ on gin and juice… Laid back… with my mind on my money and my money on my mind…”
At that point I told them we were near the university but if they needed that mornin’ gin & juice, there was a Starbucks in the University Square. He asked me to drop them off there. The both of them got out and I saw the daughter’s dress was sheer enough to make it practically see through (sheer enough that I could see what kind of underwear she had on!) But the chill didn’t bother her. They walked into the coffee shop with their minds on their money and their money on their minds.
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