I hear the horn beep outside and know that it must be the Uber driver. I peek out of the bay window in the living room and see the car out front with Uber on the roof. I walk over to Brandi who is now fast asleep in her perch sleeping peacefully. I lean over and tell her goodbye and kiss her furry head I get a half purr half meow back in response, so I say, “I love you too and will see you tonight”. I grab my things and run out the door. It is an odd ride to work with the Uber driver, I try to make conversation but just feel odd being in someone else's car with a stranger. I think what makes it odd is I have never taken a taxi cab or even ridden on any sort of public transportation. So many things are going through my head, I watch too many criminal investigations shows I guess. Thankfully though, I make it to work safely and the Uber driver did not turn out to be a serial murderer or rapist or any of the other characters that were running through my head on the drive. As I exit his car, I say “I am going to be leaving here early today so I can get a rental car, will you be the driver to pick me up again”? He just looks at me and shrugs and says, "don’t know". I smile and say “ok thank you again and I hope you have a good day” as he begins pulling away even before I am done talking to him. Well then that was rude. Oh well I'm here in one piece he did his job, so I guess he can be on his way. I walk into work and Janet and Alexis are already there, they look at me and have a bewildered look on their faces. Janet is the one to ask, “did you get dropped off by an Uber driver”? I smile and say “yes, it was an interesting ride home last night”. Like a lightning bolt Alexis is out of her seat and over by Janet's cubicle. I swear that her chair in her office must be spinning she got up so fast. In unison they ask, “what happened”? I say well “I have to punch in, but I will give you the barebones story, I was in a car accident”. They both gasp and look me over with mouths gapping, “are you ok”? “Well I'm here aren’t I, and I am obviously in one piece and have all my limbs” I am giggling in response. “I am fine, just really sore today but the hot shower and Tylenol and I guess just moving in general has loosened me up a little bit. It really wasn't bad for the Warren and I we both walked away, but for my car it was a lot worse. I will explain in more detail later, right now I have to punch in”. As I walk down the corridor I yell back to Alexis to let her know I must leave early today to get somethings taken care of and to pick up a rental car. She yells back to me, “of course not a problem we will handle things here at the office”. I am sure you will I think in my head as I punch in. Usually when I come back after a vacation or a day off Jack, ass as we call him, never covers for me. Jack will never lift a finger to help his coworkers, oh he makes it seem like he is more than happy to, but he doesn’t. He is one of those workers that kisses up to all the big bosses and gets away with murder. One of the employees that is ok with making themselves look busy and look like they are doing their job. Oh, and don’t forget likes to correct everyone else when they make mistakes, and pretend he knows everything and never makes a mistake. No dude trust me you do not know everything it is just that others are just not an ass like you and they fix your mistakes without throwing it in your fucking face. Even though trust me, we would love to through something at your face at times. I get to my desk and do my thing. I pull out my insurance policy that I was extra careful to grab and bring with me. This will be the first and hopefully last time I must call them to report an accident. To my surprise when my insurance rep answers and I tell her it is me she already has information. Apparently, Mr. Davenport's insurance company has already contacted them. Not sure when that happened considering at the time of the accident they were closed, and they just opened this morning about 15 minutes ago. I ask, “is there anything that is needed from me”? She says, “if you can tell me your version of what happened that would be the only thing that I would really need at this time”. So, I go through and tell her my version of what happened, and she states that it is the same version she has that was received by Warren’s insurance company. She continues as she reassures me there will be nothing going under my insurance that Mr. Davenport's insurance will handle everything because he was the responsible party. I say, “I kind of figured that, but I do have a question in regard to renting a car until I find out the outcome of my vehicle’s condition”. She replies, “Oh, of course that would have been helpful for me to inform you on that situation. You can pick up a rental car at the nearest rental car location and Mr. Davenport's insurance will cover in full the cost to rent a compact car, for the length of time that your car is in for repairs”. “Okay I am relieved to hear that. I will be leaving work early today and find out what is the closest rental car place to work and pick one up today”. She asks if there is anything else, I laugh and say, “not that I am aware of”. She assures me that everything is in the works and that they will call me if any questions or concerns arise. We disconnect our call, as I think well now Mr. Davenport you are one man that seems to have all his ducks in a row and his shit together, thank goodness for that. I leave work at noon, and I call again for an Uber and they tell me it will be there in about 30 minutes to pick me up. It turns out to only be 20 minutes if that, guess that is a good thing they are within the timeframe window. Wonder if they do what the pizza companies do, 30 minutes or less or your ride is free. I doubt that but of course one of those random unimportant thoughts generates itself into my mind typical Sophie fashion. I get in and it is not the same person I had this morning, this is a young girl maybe college age and is very pleasant and chipper. Of course, only I would be asking the poor thing a million and one questions. She will probably be extremely happy when we arrive at the car rental place to get rid of me. I just can't believe a semi attractive young girl isn't terrified of picking up the wrong, what would you call an Uber user, an Uberer. That thought would be in my mind with every time I would go out to pick up a new Uberer. But I have learned that my mind and thoughts are not those of the normal everyday 24-year-old. |