Pizza Anyone??

I recall not too long ago picking up a boyfriend/girlfriend couple.  Or, at least, that is what they seemed to be.  He sat up front and she sat in back. They had a gloriously scented box of pizza with them, which to my knowledge was half-eaten already.  Yay for leftovers!

As we drove to their destination, they talked about things that now cannot be completely remembered.  They were both drunk, but that was fine.  We were all having fun.  During the course of our conversation, I noted how delicious their pizza smelled and asked from where it had come.  They told me and offered me a slice.  Well, that was going to be a bit difficult as I was driving, but she insisted that I taste this pepperoni pizza.  So, as I was driving she held a slice up to the right side of my face and while I was at a red light, I took a large bite.

It tasted so good.  I could not really when I had pizza that yummy.  Another block went by and she held up the slice again. Dangerous though it might have been (but it wasn't really because traffic was light) I turned my head for a moment and snagged another bit.

We first dropped off the man at his house.  She was going to another destination.  After he had gone, she jumped up front with the pizza.  On the way to her house, she told me the story of what was really going on between the two of them.  I won't repeat it here because it really wasn't any of my business in the first place, but it was a shocker for sure!

We finally made it to her house.  Before she left, she offered me the rest of the delicious pizza.  I firmly believe that declining offered food is an insult, so I graciously took the box and left after saying goodbyes and wondered what the heck I was going to do with the rest of the pizza.  It was a busy night and I couldn't very well have pizza smelling u my car.  I took a few more bites then sadly I had to discard the rest.  

You Never Forget Your First...

I do not remember taking my first step, or my first bit of solid food, but I will never forget my first trip as a professional driver.  I do not recall what day it was, probably a Saturday or a Sunday, and I took a drive downtown to test out the app.  I was not sure what to expect.  Who would my first ride be?  What would the people be like? Would I be able to find them easily?

After driving around for a short time, the app pinged my first pickup.  It was not that far away.  I looked at the map and attempted to follow the directions.  We'll just say that it was a learning curve and I ended up reading the map the wrong way.  At that time, the map did not reorient itself.

As I tried to find where the rider was, I noticed that the pin was across the street.  I looked over and there they were, a couple.  I flipped around to pick them up and after verifying identities, they got in.  They were dressed in black and had the most serious expressions.  I try to make small talk when I can, but these were my first and I felt rather intimidated.

They informed me they were going to a funeral being held inside one of the casinos.  It was only a few blocks away.  We made the rest of the ride in silence.

Welcome!

Ok, lame name for a first blog post, but no matter.

For nearly a year I have wanted to create a blog site for my more interesting stories.  Well, here they are.  More will be added as I have the time.

First I wanted to let you know a few things.

All names and dates are omitted to protect the guilty.  Believe me, some of these stories are just too good, but might cause a bit of embarrassment.  Not really what I intend on doing, but hey, funny is funny.

I do drive for the two major rideshare companies. You'll never see me refer to either one or the other rideshare entity by name.  I'd rather not get sued.  I'll let you use your imagination for that.

How this will eventually work:  As I enter in my favorite stories, I will give them one category tag so that when I have hundreds of stories, you can look to the categories and read just the ones you want.  That's the hope, anyway.  Please feel free to comment, but please keep it civil.  I abhor trolling and spite, and if you spam my comments section with crap, well, we all know where the crap ends up.

Please feel free to take pictures while you are in my car.  I've been snapchatted, Instagrammed, Tweeted, Facebooked, and I think even Myspaced once.  I'm very okay with that.  Especially if you tag me in them on Facebook.  For those who would like to follow me on Facebook, click here.

I think that about does it.  If you would like to keep reading, someone once told me that a good back story, or the reason I drive is something fun to share with you, the readers.  So, here it goes.

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I LOVE to drive.  There is no two ways about it.  I have spent the majority of my life wasting away in offices (no offense to those of you who thrive in office environments, but it's not for me).  The latest office job I had sucked away what little bit of soul I had left in just over a year, and I realized that I couldn't work for a company who treated their employees so horridly.  So, after leaving that job I decided to go back to driving.  All this, in Boise.

I started my driving adventures in Reno, Nevada as a way to make extra money.  The job I had at the time was part-time and even though I loved what I was doing (even though it was in an office) I needed to make more money.  In the end, I determined that I could make more if I drove full-time, so I set out to do just that.  Not long after that I moved to Boise, Idaho.

A few of the other reasons I enjoy driving is that it is a great way to spend time with people without a huge commitment.  Not that I have fear of commitment.  I meet a great many people from all walks on life being a driver, and to me there is nothing better.  (Usually!)  It is also the way I maintain a social life, however limited.  I'm introverted and don't do well in large crowds.  Just ask anyone who used to be my friend.

Some of you might be saying to yourselves that only people who can't get 'real' jobs become drivers.  Well, let me tell you that I do have a Bachelor's degree in criminal justice.  Quite honestly, it didn't get me anywhere, so I am playing to my strengths.  Besides, that would be like saying that being a bartender isn't a 'real' job, either.  We are in service to our fellow human beings, and I am very okay with that.

Finally, I have enjoyed discovering new restaurants in the area.  I have actually gone back to try most of them.  I must say that Boise has an amazing restaurant culture that anyone who visits will have to try.