This was a triumph

Driving in the snow this past week, I’m pretty sure I saw my life flash before my eyes about three times. Let me tell you, it is not a film that benefits from repeat viewings. Twice last week, on two different nights, I made a delivery from McDonald’s to the same address which was weird. It didn’t help that for some bizarre reason, this specific McD’s will only give UberEats orders from the counter even if the lobby is otherwise closed. That Friday was very heavy on delivery orders, probably because a $5 off coupon had just been distributed. During that night, I had a would-be rider dash from my car before being nabbed by police for using a fake I.D. I had to be the source of calm for the guy who actually called the ride because he was freaking out the whole time about how this might affect his own legal record as well as his rider rating. On to the main event, this past snowy Wednesday proved to be a boon for sociopaths with a death wish like me who volunteered to drive in lieu of people too afraid to. I made over $200 that day, largely driving in the blue-collar northwest quadrant of the county. Finally, in a spur-of-the-moment decision that has proved fruitful, I’ve started listening to Jonathan Coulton and his contemporaries on Pandora much to my immense joy. That should do it for this entry so see you next time.

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Shootin’ n’ Lootin’

These have been slow weeks. It doesn’t help that I’ve been working the regular gig a lot which doesn’t present many opportunities to drive. I learned Krispy Kreme does UberEats deliveries when I transported a dozen donuts at 10pm. On New Year’s Eve, I transported two groups that knew each other back to back from Wingate University because I was the only person in the area at the time. Substantial surges definitely made that a profitable night and I even managed to get a reprieve at midnight to watch some of the fireworks. Last Wednesday was so slow, I managed to read most of a manga volume while waiting in line at the airport parking lot. Last night, I had a conversation with a rider who said he couldn’t shake the feeling that he always felt that Uber drivers were going out of their way to do him a favor. He asked for my thoughts and I told him that the fact drivers are making an active decision to make themselves available puts the agency in their hands and it is fundamentally a service being provided by a customer service worker. Later that night, I had a sobbing, drunken woman enter my car who, as it turns out, was not my rider. Luckily, the person I was actually there for managed to get me on the phone before I left the parking lot and the matter was resolved without incident. To my credit, the lot was empty so it didn’t feel necessary to confirm the name when they first got in. I think the cold weather kept everyone at home lately so hopefully the warming temperatures will turn this around.