eighteen, nineteen, who knows. she was impressed by everything i did and said.
and the whole night was like that it seemed.
i only like to do one or two long rides on weekend nights for a few reasons.
mostly my hands and arms but as soon as i dropped her off i got another ping.
then im driving across town to koreatown heading home and i get another
this one was a traveling salesman from milwaukee. we hit it off too.
talk talk talk.
to the airport marriot. fine.
then as im fixin to get on the 105 i get pinged again! what madness is this?
headed to inglewood. close to the forum. dark street.
its a black girl and her aunt and her mom. big suitcases.
big suitcases make me think they meant to get an Uber XL and not an Uber Plus.
XLs are mini vans. perfect for luggage.
well we put one of the suitcases in the passenger seat and the women squeeze in the back.
as soon as we are in i say
ok the most important question of the day: what sorta music would you like to hear?
they laugh and say what i have on is fine.
i hit go on the app and it says we’re going to LAX, no duh.
so i say, ok are we going somewhere fun?
almost in unison they say JAMACIA!
so i say oh well lets hear some reggae mon!
and we listen to reggae and talk about weed and sitting by a pool
and soul food and jerk chicken
when it was over they tipped me $5 and i turned off the app
took the 105 to the 110 to the 101
and sang bob marley all the way to hollywood.