AS OF THIS DATE
Number of Rides Given = 374 / Total earnings = $2,406.99
Miles Driven = 2406.99 / Gas Cost = $514.05
I'm never sure of the relationship between couples I pick up. Husband and wife? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Dating? On several occasions I have made a wrong assumption and been corrected: "No...no...we're just friends" or "We're not married...not to each other anyway."
"Not the fairgrounds, actually...around the corner from there."
11:34am I pick up Barbara and three others; bachelorettes heading to the Loveless Café; I can hear snatches of their conversation.
"She's, like, so controlling, you know, but not, like, in a controlling way. You know?"
I find him, or rather he finds me. He's waving as I drive by the string of bars on lower Broadway. Can't tell which one he came from. (Or maybe he did the lower Broadway crawl.)
You may recall that I have mentioned the bachelorettes I've driven. Now The Nashville Scene (a weekly publication about events, eateries, and the like) has an article about the phenomenon Here's a link to the piece: Bach [pronounced 'batch'], Please! Get Off Of The Bus!
Kelly is angry. I'm taking her to her boyfriend's house. And I'm pretty much at a loss for words.
"I'm sorry," she says. "I'm just very pissed off right now."
"OK," I say, "I have a question."
"This is Bill."
Crystal wants a ride to Walmart, with two stops.
"Can you stop at the KFC?"
"Where you from?"
"Coming from the show?" I ask.
Maybe it's because the dot showing on their Rider App, denoting my car, didn't move. Or maybe it seemed to be going away from them, which may have been true when the alarm went off. I think a lot of them don't realize that I'm heading out from home, or that there's a railroad track I must cross and if a train is coming, I can't move. Or that I'm taking a different route or I'm in the far right lane when WAZE says "Turn left!"
Or maybe they just don't like me.
The two girls emerge from the house and scurry to the car and get in.
ROSS: You guys took too long to get dressed.
JOEY: Yeah. We have to be there in half an hour.
ROSS: No, four minutes ago we had a half hour; now we have to be there in twenty-six minutes.
JOEY: Relax Ross, we'll be fine. It only takes ten minutes to get there.
ROSS: Well, you know, I'd feel a whole lot better if we had more time.
JOEY: Which we would if they hadn't taken so long to get dressed.
RACHEL: We're sitting right here you know
RACHEL: Ooooh! Wow!! Really. Yes.
ROSS: (To Ross, who is seated next to me, in front) I think you're in my seat.
RACHEL: What does it matter what seat?
ROSS: I don't know, but I called shotgun.
JOEY: Hey, Ross, want some of my water?
ROSS: No. (to Rachel) So, you're all dressed?
RACHEL: Is something missing?
ROSS: No! You're perfect. You look great. Doesn't she look great?
JOEY (to Rachel) You want some water?
I ask how long she has been teaching.
One voice says: "In five hundred feet, turn left."
Bachelorettes at an Air B&B to Pinewood Social Club. Seems it's a popular place for them, but they can't agree on how to get there.
I point to the screen; WAZE shows a map. "This will take us."
"How yer durrin?" he asks.
"We work together," he says.
Took Charles to get his car.
A small part of the Broadway bar scene.
"Oh..." the first woman says.
"We'll get out here," the Alpha male replies.
Paul is a regular; he lives a few blocks away. I get notified and go to pick him up. The ride is always the same. Down the road to a convenience store where he's quickly in and out, always with a black plastic sack the contents of which are not visible, so I speculate (to myself) -- a drug deal? a money drop? a beer run? beer and cigarettes?
"Woah!" Paul hollers as we pull in and a car is pulling out and doesn't see us and we almost collide. I have to hit the gas to jump us out of the way and barely evade the other car.
"Hey man...thanks. I'm running late, ya know...like, I gotta be there by four.
"Not too smart," I say. "He needs to wear something white."
Paul signs on from downtown for two stops, the first at his house (to get his 'stuff') and the second at his girlfriend's. He strikes me as a very 'slick' fellow, talking primarily about his work, though it's not entirely clear what he does.
"Just pull up in the driveway," he says, pointing out the 1950's style ranch house sitting uphill above a neatly manicured lawn. It's then that I notice his cufflinks. (Does anybody wear cufflinks anymore?) "I'll be right back," he says, and bounds across the lawn to the front door.
I'm starting to feel like I'm the official musicians driver for East Nashville -- struggling artists as opposed to the big names; some with regular gigs dowtown (on Broadway, the pseudo Honky Tonk mecca of Tennessee)
Teresa; going to work at the Calypso Bar
"Can you stop at a convenience store?"
"Sure...is this one OK."
"No...the one on Fifth Street."
"Oh...OK" and off to Fifth Street and a stop at the convenience store. Teresa goes in and comes out immediately.
"I forgot my wallet. Can we go back to my house?"
"Your house? Sure..." And back to her house to get the wallet and then back to convenience store.
And to the Calypso Bar.
I leave, singing Daylight come and me wan' go home!"
Joe and Ryan, from New Jersey
Joe moved here a year ago. Ryan Is his buddy from college days. They went to Rutgers.
The app says they’re going to Acme Feed (a local bar downtown). “Anywhere near there is fine,” Joe says.
Joe yawns. “Did I sleep last night?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Ryan replies.
“I don’t remember sleeping.”
Ryan laughs. “Do you remember talking to that guy in the cowboy hat last night?” he asks.
"Cowboy hat?” Joe asks.
“Yeah,” Ryan says. “He liked you.”
“Really?” Joes asks.
“Yeah,” Ryan says. “I mean, he really liked you.”