I love my passengers


But damn are they stoned when it’s time to get to my car.

They will literally see me and keep talking with their friends like this whole thing is something to savor, or milk.

No, when I arrive it’s time to come to me. It is time to start the trip.

Right now some girl is at her trunk doing god knows what. I’ve been here 5 minutes. Maybe 6.

Another pair called me when they were in line at the in n out. Of course I got there faster than they got their burger. I’m a pro. We are all pros.

There should be a law.