The map below illustrates one of the most vexing rides I’ve ever had.
I received a request from an apartment complex near Lafayette Square. The passenger's friend was requesting a ride home to Fairview Heights for her.
On the way, she decided she wanted to change the destination. I told her because I was driving, she'd need to have her friend change it on her app. Her friend changed it. Apparently there was some party happening at a condo in another part of Fairview Heights.
As we pulled up to the new destination, it became apparent that Uber had routed us to a service entrance, as there was a very large, very locked gate standing in our way.
"Oh, there's another entrance," said the girl in the back seat.
"I'm not from here," I said. "Can you show me where it is?" I asked.
Simple request, right? I sure thought so.
"Go straight," she said.
So I did. We got to an intersection about half a mile up. I asked which way to go.
"Go straight," she said.
Repeat this for three miles until we're at a dead end in Caseyville, which is when I said, "straight isn't an option - see that sign that says dead end in front of us? We can go right or we can go left. Do you know where we're going?"
"Uh," she hesitated. "Go right."
You can see this on the map below. We went right on IL 157.
Again, every major intersection we came to, I asked which way to go. The GPS was still trying to take me back to that service entrance, so it wasn't aware of any other way there. My only hope was this passenger.
"Go straight."
Damn it.
By the time we got to Collinsville, I pulled over and we had ourselves a talk. A heart-to-heart if you will.
"Look," I said, holding my phone up to show her where we were, versus where she wanted to be, "we are in Collinsville. You can't just keep telling me to go straight. Is there someplace else you want me to take you, because I don't know this area, you don't seem to know it either, and the GPS keeps wanting me to go back to the same entrance with the locked gate."
Silence.
"I'm not going to drive around and run up your friend's tab all night," I said. I mean, I would have very much liked to, but That's not who I am.
"I guess you can take me home," she said, and gave me a different address, which was another 12 minutes away.
As we were driving there, she received a call from the friend who was paying for the ride.
"Where are you? I see you on my app - you're like all over the place!"
"We got confused," she said.
"Excuse me?" I interjected. "I would be quite happy to explain exactly what happened."
"Sorry," she said, "it's my fault - I'm not good with directions. The gate was locked and we - I - couldn't find the other entrance."
"Well," her friend said, "just go home then - that's fine."
"No," said the girl in the back seat. "I want to come have fun."
"But how are you going to get here?" asked the voice on the phone.
"My car is at my boyfriend's place in St. Louis," she said. "I'll just take my grandma's car. I'm not that drunk."
And by that point, we were in her driveway. I don't know what happened next. I don't care to know what happened next.
What's important is that I did not kick this girl out of my car in the middle of Washington Park at 12:30 a.m. like I really, really wanted to.