Roll call: raise your hand if youre here. So, another New Years Eve survived and another handful of stories to tell. Im happy to report that all of my peeps, that I know of as of now, got home safely. Nobody puked-that is priceless and almost deserving of a prize. (Not like Nobel Peace or Grammy or anything, but like a box of cookies or re-gifted Christmas present. Maybe even a fruitcake.) Nothing (& nobody) was left in my backseats. Tangible, that is, I did find a few grains of dignity in the 3rd row, towards the left side... Text me if youd like that back. Mmkay. I won at my own game of bingo. Next year I will make actual cards so Ill have credible proof. Extra-drunk guy who can barely talk, so, hes lucky Ive driven him home once before and remember. #Photographic One who lost their money. Then found it again. In the other pocket. Group of 5 going home stops at drive thru, orders 3 combo meals.... But the other four didnt want anything to eat. Two individuals were left behind by their friends whom they came with. Well, two that admitted it. One who got kicked out.... Oh wait no, that guy was so much of a **** that even the most desperate driver left him on the corner. He was still there 45 minutes later... One who only takes a cab on this very night every year, only goes a half mile, yet insists on giving me a 20. Not giving out change. Really. I wear my thick leather jacket not because its cold, but because it has those inside pockets at chest level that are so much easier to reach than pants pockets. Everyone turns down change, so I just keep stuffing it in, then count it when I get home. The one who invites me to meet their pets. Such offers are not possible to turn down. The one who has drama going on and finally ends up at home after cruising by two other peoples places. #NoneOfMyNevermind The one who wants to go to another bar.... At 410 am. The one who doesnt realize their friends called for them and think Im just their friend driving them home. The freebie. (See above) because weve all been there, to the point that I actually expect more of these type. The psychology patient. *sigh* I hope I help, but they probably wont remember my diagnosis and advice 7 hours later. The one whos been waiting out in the cold longer than I ever would. The one who keeps asking for a pick up, but never truly gives an effective location... But doesnt realize that, so continues to expect a ride soon. The one who lost a shoe. Or a phone. Or their friend. Or their pants. #TrueStory The ones who dont know each other but are tired of waiting and share the first ride that comes along. My favorite for efficiency purposes. Those who sing along to the radio. The fighting couple. #BreakUpAlready The ones who describe where they are but dont exactly know. Good thing I know my landmarks. #HowDidYouEndUpInThe... The one who disappears. I give them a day before I start worrying. The ones who want to go to Vegas. #MythBecauseItNeverHappens In the end, my sincere thanks go to Stacy T Louis, Charles Bertini and Mike (who I cant tag for some reason) . Everyone I picked up there was glowing and so enthusiastic about the time they had. Even if their ankle was sore. Lol I also appreciate my regular peeps, Justin Evans, Kelley Densham, David Ferguson Michel Brown, PJ Bottoms, Stan Gardfrey, Clive Simpson, Kiki Andrews, Amanda Brandt, Cody Streich, Mario Smith, Elias Flores, and anyone else I didnt tag. Dale W Childress how are you? - Did we make it?
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 15:52:32 +0000