I did nightshift driving for four months
and did a fair amount of freebies in that time. One woman I dropped at a pub who'd been bawling her eyes out cos she'd had a fight with her fella, I told her to spend the fiver on a couple of drinks. If you've never seen a crying woman covered in mascara and snot suddenly burst out with smiles and thanks, you haven't lived.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 14 Jan 2010, 11:08, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Yeah', doing that sort of thing can be very rewarding.
I remember there was an old lady who wouldn't give us her real name or where she was going. I ended up going downstairs and talking to her, she was a bit excentric, but harmless. I said to her "I'll tell you what, what's your favorite charactor from a book?" she said "[something, can't remember]" and I said "We'll call you that then, nice to meet you [name]. Tell me what area you're going to, and you can work out the exact details with the driver", and she said Finchley, I said "Can you narrow it down a bit? Finchley is a big area, don't tell me the road, but is it north/south/east/central...etc ?" and she told me. She ended up going to one of the mansions just around the corner from Bishop's Ave*. I don't know anything about tips and stuff, but she phoned up the next day and said she was so pleased with 'the nice young jewish boy'.

Everyone took the piss, called her my girlfriend, but the feeling I got from helping her really put me on a high.

* It's one of the most expensive roads in the world, I think the starting-price there for a flat alone is about £5m, for those who don't know it.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Thu 14 Jan 2010, 11:25, Reply)