We decided to take an Uber to San Antonio. It would keep us from having to look for parking and we could actually have a glass of something fun with lunch. Also, our adult daughters always get terribly concerned when we take long trips, so they were strongly hinting that taking an Uber is a very good idea.
The trouble started when I tried to book the trip through my phone.
I tried chat support. “We can’t fix it and I sent your request to our better team. They will email. Bye.”
That’s okay, I can book it through Gordon’s phone. I booked the trip, I got dressed into my outside clothes, I put on make up, Uber arrives, we get in, off we go.
Midway to San Antonio, the driver starts looking very uneasy and then says,” I’m so sorry.” We are slowing down. And down. And we are on the side of the road in the grass.
We are pulled over. Our driver was speeding. In his defense, everyone was speeding. I-35 is almost always clogged with traffic so when it is clear, Texas drivers go “Wheeee!” and then 85 mph becomes the new normal.
A highway patrolman comes to the window.
“Was I speeding?”
“You and everyone else. I’m giving warnings today.”
Getting a warning took almost 10 minutes. Then we pull back into the speeding traffic with a bit of a jump as we go from the grass to the pavement.
We arrive to San Antonio. The Uber driver drops us off a block past the house. Not his fault, he got confused. (We tipped the driver well, because he clearly had a hard trip.) We are also confused. It’s not the best part of San Antonio. The neighborhood is clearly being gentrified, so you have modern, nice house next to a dilapidated dark ruin that belongs in some horror movie.
I text our friend, “Please come out so we can find you.”
We hoof it for a bit and find our friend. Yay!
I had booked the Chart House in the Tower of the Americas. It was the closest nice restaurant that would take reservations and had good reviews. So we are walking to the Tower, which is about half a mile away, and it starts raining. There is lightning, there is thunder, and things are about to get very wet. We are speed walking to the tower and two seconds after we make it in, the sky breaks open and all the water comes out. It’s a deluge.
We get into the restaurant and it’s lovely. It’s one of those rotating tower deals, so we can see the whole San Antonio. The last time we were in a rotating tower restaurant, our then editor, Erika Tsang, took us out to eat during a convention and we told her that White Hot would be late. That was an uncomfortable conversation.
But this conversation was awesome. We had Reata Chardonnay, Gordon had a beer, and for some reason everyone decided to order fish and chips. The food was good, the wine was excellent, the company was the best of all. We had a very good time.
The rain finally stopped and we walked back through the puddles to drop our friend off and get another uber. This time it was a Tesla. We got into it, and Gordon texted our daughters.
It went like this. I’m in blue.
The Tesla, indeed, broke. We are not sure what the problem was. It was charged, but the driver couldn’t get up to speed and he said it was acting odd. So, we barely got out of San Antonio when he informed us that he didn’t feel safe and that’s how we ended up at the unfamiliar HEB waiting for the second ride. Our fair is supposed to be refunded.
Our third Uber driver was a disturbed person who shared a lot of his paranoid views with us. He did get us to the house in one piece, and I couldn’t get out of that Uber fast enough.
Sometimes I wonder if I am in a sitcom and I just don’t know it. Hehehe.
Seeing our friend was amazing. We had such a good time, and it was worth all the Uber weirdness. And I got a funny blog post out of it, so it was a win all around.