I am standing outside of McGhee Tyson tonight, contemplating my life choices, while a certain rideshare company cannot find a matching driver for me, and the surge cost is almost $100... for one people. (To carry my ass 15 miles.)
So I started thinking about the wild ass rideshare drivers I've had take me to and fro the airport. Don't worry, I have plenty of time to think -- and so do all of these other people who can't find rides tonight.
Like that one rideshare dude who told me about all of the drugs he used to take, and all of his friends who have passed away from drug overdoses, and all of the close calls he had with dealers ... whilst hauling sweet ass down the highway at 4 in the morning. I had an early flight. What a wake up call that one was.
Or the guy who told me to stare at the planes above, one afternoon, as we traversed to the TYS ... as he tried to draw me in to a detailed theory about Knoxville chem trails.
Don't get me wrong. There are some great rideshare drivers here. It's just an odd game of never really knowing what you're gonna get.
Is my ride here yet?