A friend has been borrowing my truck for some work he’s doing. I don’t mind at all because Lloyd drops me off in the morning and – if I call him – picks me up. (Sometimes I walk home if the weather’s nice. I enjoy that.)
The other day, though, it was chilly. I called and got his voice mail. I started walking and called again. I kept walking and called again – I knew he was home. Finally he picked up. I heard the sounds of his dumb zombie game in the background. “I don’t know why I didn’t hear my phone. It’s right here.” Um, yeah.
By the time he got to me, I was almost home.
Worst. Uber. Ever.
I’m not sure what she expects. She stiffs me every time.
It sounds like he was trying to get rid of the zombies before you came. You didn’t want to come home to a house full of zombies, did you?
He better keep his day job.