I
agreed to drive him once around the block so that he could attempt to peer into
the window of his sister’s house and lust after her boyfriend. From the sounds of it they don’t allow
him over at all anymore. Then he
wanted to talk about his camera.
Robert has this crappy little point and shoot that he uses. He tried showing me all of the pictures
that he had shot in the last week of his day-to-day activities. I told him that I had to concentrate on
driving.
Robert: Could we sit
down by the water?
Me:
No, the car has to be moving. I
don’t care where we go, but we have to be driving.
Robert: Oh…
Me:
Yeah, sorry, it’s a new company policy.
Robert: I see.
As
you might expect, this simply isn’t true.
I can’t imagine many things that I might enjoy less than getting paid
peanuts to sit by the water in the dark and talk with Robert about who knows
what. Nope, were not doing
that. From the sounds of it Robert
just needs a friend more than anything.
Surely they have services that offer such a thing. Me, my services entail picking people
up and driving them. Turns out
Robert is actually the one who is driving – driving me insane…
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