Immediately following, my spirits were down so I decided to make up for it on the next ride. It was a shared ride. If anyone is hailing a Lyft from their phone, I have to get them, even with someone else in the car. It confused me. It still does.
Sometimes, the second person you pick up, gets dropped off first, or the first person gets off where the second person gets picked up. Or both parties get dropped off in the same spot. Sometimes one party is a lady, and the second, is two guys. They ALL get dropped off different places. Sometimes, people ask you to make an unscheduled stop at a 7/11 for booze or cigarettes where there is no parking. You have to drive around or double park like an asshole watching for cops, keeping your head low so not to look at the faces of patrons and fellow drivers giving you the stink eye. Yea.
This case, I picked up a woman, college age, and then less than half a mile away after I take off, 2 young men the opposite way. By the time we were all I the damn car and on our way, I popped 3 u-turns and pissed several people off. Now, trouble starts.
Mind you, I'm still coming off my embarrassment Pike mistake. I'm on my game now. My first destination, South Station. Not too far. Fine. But in that part of the city there are gallons of raised medians and much traffic. At a red light, sirens, firetrucks and ambulances stopped traffic in the opposite direction. Everything was a dead stop. The entourage of flashing lights stopped RIGHT at South Station where I need to pop yet another u-turn and go. I heard voices. "This is fine, we'll get out here." I don't even know who the fuck is getting in or out or what. The two guys leave. Good riddance. I no longer needed to go through that shit show. I took off in another direction and after a few turns and catching my breath from the chaos of city traffic, I followed my GPS again. It's telling me to hop on the highway and my destination is less than half a mile away now.
Then, it's not.
I shouldn't be hopping on, but now I'm on. I've fucked up royally, again. Since I never arrived at my first original destination of South Station, my phone was still telling me to GO THERE. I was in a cluster fuck of outrageous proportions. For a second time today, in a row, I fucked up. I was on a 20 minute detour for this poor girl. Making matters worse, I hadn't prompted the app properly and it was all frozen, so in a panic I killed the whole thing and cancelled the ride. I had no idea where I was going. Absolutely no fucking clue. I sucked it up once again.
"I'm really sorry." I explained. Sitting in traffic miles away from the next exit and destination from this poor woman's place. "Oh it's ok! Seriously, things happen." I told her about my last disaster of a ride and she understood and was very kind although I now had to drive her to her apartment without pay. She gave me hee address while offering to get out or hail another ride from her phone. I insisted I just take her for the inconvenience" the house. We just talked about the insanity of driving on the city and she was very kind. I dropped her off, she insisted I have a nice day and I drove home with my tail between my legs.
Fucking up twice in one day? In a ROW?!? And two major Fuck ups at that. Like, horrible review worthy. It was only mid-afternoon but I was done for the day. I cashed out the little I had made on the app, put on some music to drown my sorrows in, and slowly trekked back to my bed.