I’ve been driving on the weekends for some extra spending cash, and the other night I worked the last University of Utah home football game. It was the first game I’d ever worked.
The pre-kickoff hours came and went without incident, other than the one passenger who got in the back seat toting what I’m pretty sure was a bong. Through a cloud of smoke, he claimed he was a scientist, but unless he was researching how to bring a bong in an Uber, I’m not sure I believed him.
When halftime passed, I got into a rhythm.