I made out like a bandit today on everything except money. But I did ok there too.
It was a two dash day, as usual for a Wednesday. But instead of my first shift being from 9:30 until 12:30, I dashed from 8 until 11. And boy howdy was that bad. I had four rides and barely made any money. But I did it for two reasons – one as an experiment to see how much picking the right times matters and two because I was later giving a friend a ride to the airport. I wanted to have lots of juice (electricity) for the trip so that when I eventually made it back to Geneva, I had enough energy to do a lot of long trips while dashing. Though now that I am generally dashing only 3 hours instead of 3.5 hours a shift, it isn’t that big a worry for me. Anyway, I probably won’t dash from 8-11 again anytime soon if I don’t have to!
The ride to the airport was fun. LL is interesting to talk with. He offered to give me money for the ride, but he had already said he was going to take us out to dinner a few times to help repay me for the time and trips. So I turned his offer down. Food is good enough for me where he is concerned.
After I dropped him off, I went and charged more at the Victor/Eastview Mall Superchargers. Some driver had blocked three stalls because they were towing a camper. Grrr. But I found an open post and charged a good bit before heading back to Geneva.
My second dash was decent. But I made out like a bandit in terms of stuff! I got a $4 cash tip from a regular. I got two more Dungeon Crawler Carl books out of the library (I hope movies are being worked on for this series)(Or a TV series even…)(TV series apparently). And I was rewarded with a piece of wedding cake for dropping something off for LD. Woo hoo!
Three more little dashing things – I know, the most fascinating subject ever! First, I misread an offer – I thought it said $8.50 but when I delivered the stuff, the offer was only $3.50. I may be blind, but I didn’t think I was that blind. I would never have done that ride for $3.50. All the way to Dunkin in Waterloo! Nope! Oh well. I survived, obviously.
While at the Geneva Dunkin, someone recognized me from Wegman’s. She said it a few times. And to be honest, I didn’t recognize her at all. Sigh.
Lastly, I was at the Speedway in downtown Waterloo and the guy working there had the same size phone, the same cover on his phone, and his birthday was the same as mine. Different year, obviously. And we did not have the same name. So, still weird, right?
Onward! I am going to do more reading and more playing tonight. So excited. But that happens after more tacos for dinner!
Still Life 