THIS cost me a thousand dollars. My fault completely. Can't blame anyone or a damn thing but my own dumb self. Now first -- always was and will always be TNP lot Lizard. So, after doing something close to nothing for hours in chase of that most desirable business class ride with corporate card and small margin of sympathy (pity+tip) for the working class. I done feel sleep listening to Silo (apple). When finally awakening in a red hot panic. Lesson one. Don't let yourself be like that. No, not never. Make quick use of my travel cup--no drips! *yeah. Fire up home rolled cigarette. (tobacco- joke broke, member?)
App on. Midnight at Midway. 12 dollar ride to Lagrange. (Cumberland/55) No more flights and Mr. Clueless races to pickup like I made it up. Sleeply.Groggy. Dehydrated. Dumb as a box of rocks. Never ever take a ride except from full strength and ride share power. I knew better. Yet, all I could do was the math in my head. 12 dollars. $1.25 for instant deposit. 10.75. Dollar menu 4.40. Gas $6.75. Two gallons. Head to Hyde Park.
Rock and roll. Well, none of that happened. Because I actually entered the car rental Fort Knox. Desperate. Did I say dumb? Now my spider ride share man senses were on fire. About the ride. I should have laughed and canceled a thousand times over. First I take rides regardless of destination or distance of $30+. Period. I ain't worried about the time. I gots all day. And Netflix. But because I was canceling and refusing like I was borne 80s--did I mention hungry? I said blank blank and well alright. Now the reason I favors airport if the first dang place is because there is little doubt about the pickup. Can't get fries unless there is meat in the backseat. So, when dude all calling me. (Violated the 2nd rule of rideshare--the ride ends when the call begins) making sho I is coming--after 7 canceled rides) I assured brother man I was indeed. I'll be there. Well, lazy aI. entitled and impervious, imperial passenger doing his best impersonation of a decent fellow informed me he was inside upstairs and will be delighted to meet me. (Don't mention it) Did I say groggy and Desperate? Yup, drove my 2017 Terrain all up in that building. OMG, first clue, warning signs galore. Do not back up. Severe tire damage. Ah, blank. And I'm in this b now. OMG OMG you can head for the exit any time you please but you can never leave. And that ain't what got me. I actually address security with prayer on my lip. Me and this mouse in my pocket pocket must get out of he're. Jesus and Jessica. Wells I seeing the exit and hit corner too tight. NARROW. Confusing, but plenty of room. I just hit it wrong. Dumb. First I hear and feel my back left tire clip over the metal steel barrier design to ensure you cannot race oudda there with one of their fancy rentals. I will never forget the sound of all my hopes and dreams hitting the cement. Now I'm an old man and I going kinda slow. Racked the back suspension. And this passenger is calling--where you at? Good grief. I kept
my word. To the hotel. Then to the shop. Cried for two days. One month doing even worst side hustle before app on again. Would you even believe the first ride I get is back to the same location???? Lady gots to get herself a rental car. God hates me. I'm all gibberish and jabber. Listen, I ain't gonna go in that garage. Complain, whatever, do your best to get me deactivated iffen ya like. Just ain't. Well, I'm a pro. Daytime, too. I slow up on security gate and speaking with the rental cop. He all, pick up or drop off---you roll upto that wrought iron gate. They get out and walk. Push da button. 24/7. Say wha? Guess all ya'll knew Dat. Now, so do i.
App on. Midnight at Midway. 12 dollar ride to Lagrange. (Cumberland/55) No more flights and Mr. Clueless races to pickup like I made it up. Sleeply.Groggy. Dehydrated. Dumb as a box of rocks. Never ever take a ride except from full strength and ride share power. I knew better. Yet, all I could do was the math in my head. 12 dollars. $1.25 for instant deposit. 10.75. Dollar menu 4.40. Gas $6.75. Two gallons. Head to Hyde Park.
Rock and roll. Well, none of that happened. Because I actually entered the car rental Fort Knox. Desperate. Did I say dumb? Now my spider ride share man senses were on fire. About the ride. I should have laughed and canceled a thousand times over. First I take rides regardless of destination or distance of $30+. Period. I ain't worried about the time. I gots all day. And Netflix. But because I was canceling and refusing like I was borne 80s--did I mention hungry? I said blank blank and well alright. Now the reason I favors airport if the first dang place is because there is little doubt about the pickup. Can't get fries unless there is meat in the backseat. So, when dude all calling me. (Violated the 2nd rule of rideshare--the ride ends when the call begins) making sho I is coming--after 7 canceled rides) I assured brother man I was indeed. I'll be there. Well, lazy aI. entitled and impervious, imperial passenger doing his best impersonation of a decent fellow informed me he was inside upstairs and will be delighted to meet me. (Don't mention it) Did I say groggy and Desperate? Yup, drove my 2017 Terrain all up in that building. OMG, first clue, warning signs galore. Do not back up. Severe tire damage. Ah, blank. And I'm in this b now. OMG OMG you can head for the exit any time you please but you can never leave. And that ain't what got me. I actually address security with prayer on my lip. Me and this mouse in my pocket pocket must get out of he're. Jesus and Jessica. Wells I seeing the exit and hit corner too tight. NARROW. Confusing, but plenty of room. I just hit it wrong. Dumb. First I hear and feel my back left tire clip over the metal steel barrier design to ensure you cannot race oudda there with one of their fancy rentals. I will never forget the sound of all my hopes and dreams hitting the cement. Now I'm an old man and I going kinda slow. Racked the back suspension. And this passenger is calling--where you at? Good grief. I kept
my word. To the hotel. Then to the shop. Cried for two days. One month doing even worst side hustle before app on again. Would you even believe the first ride I get is back to the same location???? Lady gots to get herself a rental car. God hates me. I'm all gibberish and jabber. Listen, I ain't gonna go in that garage. Complain, whatever, do your best to get me deactivated iffen ya like. Just ain't. Well, I'm a pro. Daytime, too. I slow up on security gate and speaking with the rental cop. He all, pick up or drop off---you roll upto that wrought iron gate. They get out and walk. Push da button. 24/7. Say wha? Guess all ya'll knew Dat. Now, so do i.
