Yo, nothing drums up the pure visceral rage I feel like being in an elevator and people getting on floors and going up in the elevator.

But it's still somehow being to a floor before mine.

It fucking drives me insane.

It's like you're getting, it's like you're getting prices righted.

Ten fucking minutes to get from fucking zero to 20 because every fucking three floors you

have to stop and people were going up, but not anywhere above 20.

I mean, that's like me in the Uber pool.

Right. I mean, they didn't, with all your Marriott points, they didn't give you your own elevator at this point? They should, right? You should use a service elevator or something. Yeah, at course you should have like one of those Webster like, you know, pull systems. Question. Have you ever been in an Uber pool where you weren't the last stop to get dropped off? It's happened and I feel like I'm getting over somehow. Me and everything, it's not possible. It's not possible to be any stop but the last stop in that group. Every single UberPool I've ever been in. I'm always the last stop. And it's all. And I just stopped doing it after. I was like, you know what? Fuck it. I'll pay the extra. Do you say goodbye to the people when they get out the car? No. You know what else? You know what else I noticed, by the way? I've never been in an Uber pool with other men. Oh, that happens all the time.

That's a setting, by the way, in Uber.

That's a setting.

I always get women.

I always get women.

So what tends to happen, especially out here in L.A.

Because Uber drivers love talking to you.

Like, a lot of times in the Uber pool,

the driver will start a confo amongst the four of us.

And so therefore, like,

when the guy who's also been in the combo for the last 15, 20 minutes, I have to say goodbye to him because I was just talking. This is a good podcast technique. I would, I think this is a little

dickish. This is a little dickish, but I might make up a more boring job just because

whatever.

Oh, isn't.

I like that.

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