Today there are two places I need to be. One is very important. I can't drive. No worries, I'll use uber.
Okay, I'm stressed. The second place is for an MRI scan, I can't be late. No worries, there's uber. If not uber, then... well bugger-all practical options. Just to be safe I will pre-book an uber.
Let me get this off my chest:
Fucking uber.
I pre-book. Set a time. I want to be picked up from... for some reason uber suggests #4. Next door. I would rather be picked up from home.
I type in the pick-up address: #6. Okay, says uber... we'll pick you up from #4. What? Fuck! No! number six. You know, number six. As shown on my google maps display. As shown on your own fucking uber map.
I try again. NUMBER SIX. WHERE I AM. HOME. Okay, responds uber. Number four.
Well fuck me. And fuck uber twice as much.
I'll just stand in the fucking driveway -- when I'm ready to travel -- and call for an instant ride. The driver can fucking look for me.
I'll get to the second appointment -- the MRI -- as early as possible. I still need to use fucking uber. Just to get there at all. So I'll get there hours early. Just to be sure that I can get there at all. I mean, wtf is uber playing at?
From now on, the day has to get better.
Okay, I'm in a foul mood. But I mean, fucking uber :-(
And I feel a bit better for getting that off my mind.
Dr Nick Lethbridge / Consulting Dexitroboper
... Agamedes Consulting / Problems ? Solved
==="No matter how much you push the envelope, it will still be stationery"
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