Last Trip of the Night
So, I'm at my last trip of the evening. I make the mistake of forgetting to hit Stop Trips. One pops up, and I, like an idiot accept it because it's right next door and in the direction for me to go home.
I pop over and wait. The kids (18-19 as they're self described freshman) take almost five minutes to get to the car. Whatever. It's a mile and a half to their destination.
They get in, they're loud and rowdy, clearly have been drinking but don't seem so drunk they can't function. They start playing shitty music as loud as they can on their phones, but I don't say anything because whatever, it's a short trip.
The downtown streets are crowded with peds, there are cops all over (as usual on a saturday night) and about a block from the bar I hear the unmistakable crack of cans. I don't say anythig because I'm trying to navigate peds walking out in front of me and we're 15 seconds from their destination. They chug the drinks and start laughing, and as soon as I stop they're out of the car and running into a nearby college bar.
I flip on the lights like I do after every trip, and low and beyond my back seats are soaked in beer. My seats are wet and it now smells like a brewery.
Thankfully, I hit them with a cleaning fee and a 1 star, but seriously.
Teach your piece of shit kids not to be pieces of shit. Or at some point someone is going to crack their skulls.
#endrant