Lots of places I could put this - my Uber thread, my Toastmasters thread, hell, it’s even tangential to my Trump Campaign thread. But since it references the podcast linked above, what the hell, I’ll put it here.
Rainy morning in San Antonio. Got done with my work for the day early (like 9am early), just sitting here bored, not wanting to do anything. So I turn on Uber, see if I can make a few dollars, and I get an immediate call - pick up Irv close by at Safelite Glass, then take him to home to Fair Oaks Ranch, about 30 minutes away.
Trumpy Fair Oaks Ranch.
I usually have a selection of classical music pieces that I play for my Uber passengers. I had some piano concerto on when I was passing in front of Safelight Glass, Irv standing out there waiting for me.
In a Trump 2024 t-shirt.
Decisions were immediately made. The game plan changed, I called an audible. No longer worried about getting a tip or a good rating, I put on the podcast linked above and turn it to about minute three as I’m pulling in front of the shop.
Irv gets in the car and immediately says the absolute dumbest piece of shit thing that someone has ever said to me while Ubering (but, in his defense, he isn’t the first):
“You can play whatever you want.”
OK! Well, not being one to take an order from the likes of a MAGAT, I looked him in the eye via the rearview and said “Of course. This is my car, after all.”
And so MAGA man got to listen to 30 minutes of Olbermann making the case that Trump is a Russian traitor. And it was a joyous thirty minutes for me, almost as joyous as that time I gave Joaquin Castro a ride and grilled his ass for 30 minutes, because MAGA-man was pissed. He started talking to me about the weather, and I mentioned I wasn’t worried about it because my date is tomorrow and, anyway, I’m trying to catch up on the news, k, thx, please shut the fuck up, remember: this is my car.
He looks at his phone, frowns, then puts it away (I got the impression he had no charge in it). And, for the rest of the ride, sat there, arms crossed, pissed look on his face, but no choice but to listen to Olbermann recount the timeline of Trump’s betrayal, predict the future with clear accuracy (the 11.9.16 segment at the end), and the ride ended with about two minutes to go, Mr Man just slamming the car door behind him, the pathetic-ness of the gesture immediately causing me to openly, demonstrably, laugh as I drove away.
Boredom, and ignorance, fought!