Part of what happens in rideshare is that you just occasionally see random nonsense on the streets. I seem to have a bit of a gift for that.
In the past month, I've picked up a lot of consulting work, which means (a lot) less rideshare. So instead of having hundreds of rides to safeguard my rating, I've only got a few dozen... which means that if I decline or cancel, I lose visibility in the next ride.
Fast forward to a ride I wouldn't normally take on a weeknight, a full hour out of state without a surge price to Philadelphia. Not loving life, I turn on my map and head for home, going past the local prison on my route.
Which is when I see... some guy with a relatively decent pick up truck, parked on an overpass over the river, with three fishing poles and lines going down to whatever is trickling through a fairly industrial part of town.
At midnight, on a Wednesday. Near a prison.
Because your rideshare shift can, and will, become a South Korean horror short at a moment's notice, really...
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