Alright, many of you have seen the tweet, but to those of you who haven’t seen the tweet, here’s the tweet:
It was a weird Monday afternoon.
The car wasn’t messy—driving on an elevated interstate in 100-degree heat will evidently make that stuff evaporate upon ejection—but it was an uneasy experience for all involved (the passenger more than me—hope you found your car, friend [I think the car was towed]). And it made me realize:
Both my rideshare barfs have come at docile times.
The other one was a Sunday evening almost two years ago. A friendly, laid-back, not-slurring-their-words passenger calmly asked me to pull into a Taco Bell parking lot so they could open the door and puke on the ground while leaning out of their seat.
Then, this one.
Also, both of my scarily drunk people were scarily drunk between 6:00 AM and 8:00 AM on weekdays.
Which all just goes to say…I don’t know, actually. The headline, I guess.
Oh my.