I just couldn’t convince myself to get out of bed.
I even convinced myself that it was because I have too much work to do today (which I do).
I will be paying my penance tomorrow by riding before my 9:30am activity gets underway, and then putting in a long ride on Sunday.
With More Ubers Like This I Shan’t Be Ubering
Believe it or not, that’s English.
With heavy traffic and a shitty parking situation down by Corner Tavern Edgewood I decided that I would drive to ITP-Reader Stacy’s house near Piedmont Park and Uber to trivia. I also made the assumption that she and Aron had not driven there either and that the three of us could Uber, er, Lyft, back to her place post-trivia. To me the two services are equivalent, I happened to lean toward Uber and Stacy Lyft.
Neither service showed its best face last night, but overall the Lyft experience was much better.
The Uber drive assigned to me had trouble finding the corner on which I stood waiting. She called me twice for clarification, one time telling me the GPS on her Uber-supplied phone had quit. I was also a little nervous because as I waited I saw that her rating was 3.3 out of 5 stars.
I quickly understood the rating when she arrived and saw her car. From the outside the car looked a bit worn, but the interior was a fucking mess, dirty, with empty bags and shit all about. Reticent I got in anyway.
The driver seemed friendly enough, though the music coming from her radio was a little less so. I’d type in the words which spewed from her radio, but today’s post wouldn’t get passed my content blockers if I did. And this knowing that in the last paragraph I typed in “fucking” and “shit”. 😉 I am not easily offended by words, so I didn’t say anything about the music.
With no GPS and not knowing where Corner Tavern Edgewood is I opted to give the driver verbal directions. This went well except for the time that she spent talking on her phone and I had to interrupt her conversation to tell her where to turn.
I couldn’t help but hear her say that she’d never drive on the highways when it rains because “Georgia drivers” don’t know how to drive. Okay, with this I agree. After she got off the phone I asked her where she came from and she mentioned that she was born and raised in Atlanta. Color me confused.
We finally made it to Corner Tavern and I thanked her and got out, giving her no tip. My customer rating may be hurt by not tipping her, but with many more Uber rides like this I won’t be a customer for long.
The Lyft ride to Stacy’s had a much better driver, and a much cleaner car. Unfortunately for the drive he had one tire that had started to experience low air pressure. For the entire ride I felt the back end of the car sway.
And to think, these are the better options to getting a taxicab in this town.
Drei Uber Alles
It’s a pleasingly rare to have trivia teammates as knowledgable as Stacy and Aron. No matter how many times I (successfully) try to ruin our perfect scores with misleading hockey answers they manage to overcome this and provide enough correct answers for us to win.
And win we did.
With my portion of the previous $30 bar cash that we shared I ate a BLT with tater tots and had two Creature Comforts Tropicálias.
Tomorrow, I Refuse To Work Tomorrow
I have a deadline tomorrow that may keep me from skipping Happy Hour and working late tonight. I refuse to work tomorrow. Why? Keep reading.
Later tomorrow I will be back in East Atlanta for the annual East Atlanta Criterium. bike races. Who knows, I might even have a camera in tow.
Have a great weekend friends!