A little bit of everything
“Would you mind slowing down a bit?”
The woman asked me in almost a begging voice.
I moved to the right lane and slowed down to around 5 miles under the speed limit.
I smiled at passengers flying by on my left.
“There it is. My adversary.”
Her right hand extended into the front seat with her index finger pointing at the four-mile bridge on the horizon.
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I pulled up to the front of the house in a suburban neighborhood outside the city. The person was heading to a party in the city, and from my first impression, I would say the costume was a contender for the top prize.
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“Don’t do that, the driver won’t like it,” the young woman lightly commented to the two children in the back seat.
Immediately my thoughts ran wild.
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My future book, “Rideshare by Robert: Volume Two”, will include selected blogs published in the Baltimore Post-Examiner.
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After the ride, I checked out the backseat. Sticky wet spots everywhere. On the partition, on the windows, on the seats and floors. There was so much hair, my rear seats looked like a shag carpet.
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I sensed that she was hurting and anxious. “Ohhhhh,” She moaned in pain from the backseat. I’m so sorry. I think I might be going into labor. My contractions are only 10 minutes apart, but I feel like I’m ready to pop!”
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During the remainder of the ride, they both took turns telling me about the wonders of their new bong. They were both eager to arrive at their destination and try out their amazing technologically efficient paraphernalia. We arrived at their ultimate destination, and they departed the vehicle. Minus their bong. It was my last ride, so I closed out my App and headed home. Within a very short time, I received a call.
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Eight years of driving, or if you prefer, “story-hunting,” and over 26,000 rides, have yielded a lifetime of great memories. The experience of meeting with people from all over the globe, while sharing a slice of life for a moment in time, is unique and special.
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I told her it’s illegal to marry more than one person in the United States. I also told her, “I’m honored that you would want to marry me, but I have more than I can handle with only one wife. I think more than one wife would kill me. I’m sorry, but I cannot marry you.”
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If you’re a rideshare driver, especially these days, you either get used to the smell of weed, alcohol, and other substances in your vehicle, or you simply don’t drive. The rider isn’t using drugs in your car as a rule, but they often reek from whatever they were doing before they get in.
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