I gave Karl Rove’s wife a rideshare ride last night. Picked up her friend, drove over to Karl Rove’s wife’s house, waited in the driveway for a minute while Karl Rove’s wife found her glasses, then drove Karl Rove’s wife and Karl Rove’s wife’s friend downtown. She was nice. Trusted my GPS app more than her friend did.
Now, you may be wondering if it’s bad for me to be telling you this. I don’t know how it could be. I don’t get the idea HIPAA covers rideshare rides (though I haven’t asked the folks yelling about masks at the local school board meeting). It’s mostly just interesting. What a funny person to give a rideshare ride. Earlier, I gave a UT student a ride to the out-of-town-bus stop. Before that, I gave someone a ride from a parking lot where my wife and her friends once saw a gun deal happening to some student housing in North Campus. Then, boom: Karl Rove’s wife and her friend. Her friend ordered the ride. My car’s all kinds of creaky right now. Wonder if that made them concerned at all. It makes me concerned. I’m probably going to take it in next week. Was trying to make it to the next oil change but it’s just really noisy all of a sudden with the air cooler. Getting annoying.
Now, you may also be wondering how I knew this was Karl Rove’s wife in my backseat. Did she get in the car and say, “Hello, child of the 9/11 era. I am Karl Rove’s wife.”? Well, no. Her lobbying work came up in the conversation with her friend, and I was getting the idea she wasn’t a small deal in Texas politics, and then when she mentioned “the Wall Street Journal thing” in the context of people knowing about her late dog (RIP, Little Bit, it sounds like you were a good, good girl) and mentioned the dog’s name…well, I was gonna google. I dropped them off, found a parking spot, and googled. Voila. Had my answer. Made sense why she kept talking about a guy named Karl.
Anyway, the real message here is that if you don’t want me to google you, don’t mention that your dog’s been featured in the Wall Street Journal while you’re in my car. That’s the rule. Apologies for not publicizing it earlier.
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