These gray, January days give me a quiet sense of missing things, especially in the city, where the rain makes all the light run in watercolor shades and the shadows pull down the sun. I drove the regular lot last Friday night: a girl going home from work; a kid picking up his keys at Pizza Hut and talking to me about whether or not he can get into med school; a girl who left her car somewhere the night before after she drank too much, and we’re out looking for it.
I turned off the ridesharing app and swung by my house in time for dinner. I parked along the sidewalk on James Street and looked at our two large windows, lamplight glowing through the still-opened shades. Kids everywhere. Honestly, everywhere. Setting the table, running back and forth to the dining room. This is a house I am very happy to come home to.
We eat dinner. The older kids set up their traditional Friday night sleepover in the living room while I put Leo to bed. He’s very demanding in his song choices: “Good Night, Sweetheart” must be followed by the theme song for “Super Why” followed by Laurie Berkner’s “Moon, Moon, Moon.” I end it by singing that great dirge of death, “There is a river, we must cross over.”
I rocked Poppy Lynne but have no luck. Maile took over. I was back out on the streets for the Friday night shift.
Because I know the family late-night routine so well, because I know the quiet that falls in the house by 11pm, I had a sense as I drove around that the world was asleep.
I drove two couples home at the end of the night, all four of them doctors, or at least in the medical profession. They were at a work party. The four of them talked candidly to each other about the people they spent their evening with. This is always a strange thing, when the people in the car talk as if you are not there. I prefer it that way, but I’m still getting used to it.
They were rather ruthless in their assessments.
I pulled over to drop them off. The man gave me a $10 tip on a $15 fare. I thanked him. I headed back to the city. I thought about Leo, sleeping in his bed, mouth wide open. I thought of Poppy and the way her cold makes her breathing sound when she’s asleep. It’s 1am, and the night has only begun.
One Reply to “Friday Nights in the City #RidesharingConfessional”
Thanks for sharing. A great write-up. I’ve been thinking of getting on the bandwagon of ride sharing with Uber here in Malaysia.
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