One thing about having a driving licence is that people, mostly people without driving licences, ask for lifts to and fro. Today I did my second proper lift, I've ferried people about before but I see a proper lift as going out of your way for the benefit of the lucky passenger, or passengers. On Saturday night, pre Haye getting destroyed, I took some ladies 25 minutes away in return for eternal access to their lady parts, well they didn't say that, they just gave a couple of quid and let me help them carry their bags. Today I picked up another female! She had been left at work, stranded, and rang me up desperately asking for my help. Like the superhero I am I left after just a quick tinkle and sped (within the speed limit) to her centre of work. Once she was sat in my car and I had the Wham blaring she directed me to the very house where her significant other resides. For me saving her from the pack of wolves that I'm sure prowl about near laser run (I know, she must have the funnest job ever) she is gonna slide a few pounds my way on Monday. The only thing is right now I'm always unsure on how much to charge people, I tend to just say a number and then judge from their reaction if it's too low, too high or just right. Although I prefer to start high and work my way down to fair, because once a Turk promised me a certain price and then when he tried to up it I was having none of it, he was a silicon burk.
I need to go and make myself a beef casserole, goodbye friend.
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