I am going to hook you by admitting it was a relatively boring few runs. But with even that there is a story. The story of Bob. Uber riders' first names pop up as soon as I accept a ride. So I knew I was about to pick up Bob in the River East area of Chicago. Bob was a 20something white guy with a polo shirt and a haircut that said, " I have hair". Nothing special. He was softspoken but willing to make conversation. He asked how uber driving was going, and I shared that it was busy but that there were no good stories for the day. All pretty average riders. Poor Bob then admitted that he was probably the most boring of all my rides. He said it in sort of a sad Charlie Brown kinda way. If I was certified I would have pulled over and offered a counseling session. But I am not certified. So I counted the minutes before his boring ass was out of my car.
New place I gotta eat: The Plymouth on Plymouth. Just north of the Harold Washington Library. My rider was a waiter there. He hates it, but admits the rooftop restaurant has great prices and good food. http://plymouthgrill.com/
Favorite quote of the day from the well dressed 28 year old woman after seeing all of the Moms and 12-year-olds headed to the Taylor Swift concert at Soldier Field: "Oh God, I am going to be the oldest person at the concert tomorrow night."
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