And THAT’S what happens when girls get crazy after a rave

One of my first rides … I think it was literally Day 1 behind the wheel … I pick up this young woman who had just emerged from a Dollar Tree Store with her bag of whatever people buy in the Dollar Tree Store.

She lets me know right off the bat that she’s adding a stop at a McDonald’s drive-through. (I refuse to spell it drive-thru BTW … I’m a former journalist after all).

A minute or two into the ride her phone rings. Inexplicably, she answers it in speaker mode. People, phone conversations during the ride are already potential minefields. But keeping your phone on speaker says you really need to work on your self-awareness, you just don’t care, or both.

My ride this day … we’ll call her Jasmine … answers the call and her friend on the other end immediately goes into gossip mode, trying to find out what happened to two of their mutual friends at a recent rave party they all had been at, where said friends were last seen leaving the club with some dudes they had just met that night.

Jasmine appears to be the one in the know, and she tries like hell during our short ride to Mickey D’s to deflect and not give Friend-on-the-Phone the full story. But she finally breaks down and spills.

“They all left and went back to their condo and had an orgy,” Jasmine confesses. We’re now at the drive-through speaker and she pauses to order what seems to be more chicken nuggets than a slim twentysomething could possibly put away. By the time we pull forward to pay and collect the order, I’m no longer the only one dipping into this conversation. The poor woman inside the window is now hearing it all too.

“They’re all worried now. They think they’ve caught something,” Jasmine continues. “They’re going to get tested. I think it’s chlamydia or something. I told them they HAVE to get tested.”

At this point, my ride in the little pink dress suddenly stops. “Oh my God,” she tells her friend, suddenly shaken back to reality by the scent of Big Macs and Quarter Pounders wafting through the sliding glass window. “I’m in an Uber and my driver is right here!”

First, miss, I don’t drive for Uber. I’m not a savage. Second, we’re at the drive-up window. McDonald’s lady is right here with us, too. You, me, her … and Barbie on the other end of the speakerphone. We’re all in this story together at this point.

After collecting her food, we pull away, knowing the four of us have shared something special.

Is there a test for that?


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Mike

I'm a former corporate manager and journalist driving Lyft for fun ... and sharing these stories with anyone willing to play along.

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