As the title says I got a Ping request for a trip whilst driving around the inner Brisbane recently. When I arrived at the address a young lady emerged and asked if we could go to a particular address (her home apparently) so she could pick up another pair of her jeans!!
No problem, I said as we started off. I asked her to put the actual address in the App so we could find the house. For some reason this seemed to be more of a problem than I thought however there was a strong smell of alcohol on her breath so I just put it down to that!
As we drove along I asked if there was a problem, as her reply had some creditibility, all she wanted to do was pick up a particular pair of jeans as she was going out with her boyfriend later and she wasn’t sure her existing outfit would be ok. It seemed ok to me as I have had ride requests like this before.
As we were travelling along Kelvin Grove Rd she finally got the Destination address entered into the Uber App and I could see it wasn’t that far away after all. We made some small talk whilst on the trip and eventually I turned down the street the rider had nominated until she grabbed my arm and shouted ‘stop’!
That startled me a bit however I pulled over as she was now busy on her mobile for some reason. I quietly asked if this was the correct street – to which a got a very odd answer – ‘Yea it should be just let me check’? ‘Ok’ I replied thinking you don’t know where you live?
My other thought was these must be very special jeans – are they part of the Pokemon Go game 🙂 (Sarcasm)
I waited and she finally directed me to the bottom of the street and then I was told to take the second right from there. We turned up into this new street and she then ask me to stop again….really these cheeky jeans must have legs of their own and are moving around!!
Then I was told to slowly drive along the street further whilst looking for a certain street number – again I thought this was weird as I certainly know my house address still it was a slow night so I played along, sneaking up on those pesky jeans!
Finally she said we should stop and pull over and park up – I found a vacant space on the street and then she said ‘No not here can you move a little bit more down the street please?’ WTF – this wasn’t a disabled parking spot, maybe it was a special ‘Jeans only’ spot that I was not allowed to park in. Weird but anyway I went further down and did a U-turn and parked up. I got the ok to park he from my trusty rider.
I was asked to wait around and keep the ‘App’ running as she would only be a few minutes. No problem I said and she got out of the car with her phone and clutch bag in hand. I watched as she walked up the road a little and then she stopped and checked her phone, looked up again and then walked across the road and into a house. Ok did she smoke her dinner I thought or were these jeans on the move again? Still I was thank full she finally found her house or was it?
As I waited I was looking around and there was appeared to be a constant flow of cars along this street, with most parking up and then leaving quickly a short time later. I thought that maybe it was a very social street or there was a few parties on the go, however it was late at night, just before midnight, and it seemed a little odd to me. Maybe I need to get out a bit more or they were all chasing those elusive jeans?
Eventually my rider reappeared and walked up the street towards me. I hope she found her jeans ok however as she got closer I noticed she was still dressed in her original outfit. She got in and was still carrying her phone and her clutch bag was under her arm and was partly open I noticed.
As we headed off she placed both on the centre consol of the car and put her seat belt on. The clutch bag could not be closed as it was stuffed with something too large – maybe that’s were she packed her jeans I wondered. The new destination was back to the original address that turned out to be her boyfriends place, so we headed off in that direction.
We made further small talk and she seemed more relaxed and was startled a bit when I asked if she found her jeans ok. I assumed from her response that she had forgotten the original reason for the Uber ride, however she replied with a odd answer – ‘Yea I did find them but they were in the wash and I could not find anything that matched them anyway – so I am going with what I have on’ – Hah so that confirms that the jeans were not stuffed in her clutch bag then 🙂
That’s ok as it’s none of my business so we headed on our way and when we arrived back at the original address we parted ways and thanked each other – unfortunately she dropped her clutch as she got out of my car and the look on her face was one of panic. I asked if I could help and she said ‘No No that’s ok – all good’. So I did not get to see what was in the bag, however I suspect it was not her pair of jeans!