Share My Ride

Nashville - aka Music City.
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A city where people can party too much and rideshare drivers deal with all sorts of situations. A good example is George. I got a call to pick up George at 2:30 am. When I arrived, he was talking to an object near the side of the road. I suspected he was drunk. As I pulled up, George jumped into the back of my vehicle. "DUDE! Those turkey vultures are so BIG! Did you see that thing? And wow, they are, like, everywhere. Everywhere you go in this town you'll see like buzzards and vultures and...and stuff." He blurted in his drunken stupor, slurring his words.
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I looked at him and politely replied, "Um, I believe you were talking to a fire hydrant." He says to me, "I was?" He laughed and looked at me with a blank stare, "I really had a lot to drink tonight, but I mean it, those vultures are everywhere around here."

Do you think he had more than just alcohol if he was mistaking a fire hydrant for a large carnivorous bird? Party on George.

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