I'm Chris Harrington and I'm the managing partner of a small, specialized tax firm. My partners and staff include attorneys and accountants.
For decades, I've dreaded my daily commute from the home I share with my family in Glastonbury Connecticut to my office in Springfield Massachusetts. Traffic is grueling traveling through Hartford and again as I approach Springfield, each morning. Every night, it is equally awful driving in the opposite direction. I watch those driving eighty-miles-per-hour in the commuter lane with a similar yearning as watching a twenty-year-old female in a thong swimsuit at the beach.
I'll never be confused as the smartest guy in any room, but occasionally...
I was reviewing a fraud case involving an Uber driver, when I had an idea that might solve my "traffic-jam" problems. Three weeks later, I had a side-gig with Uber.
Each morning, I wake up at four and log into my Uber portal and look for someone needing a ride from the Hartford area to Bradly International Airport, halfway to Springfield. In the afternoon, I look for riders needing to go south. I find passengers for nearly every commute.
The benefits are many. I can cover most of the costs of my family's four cars. Once or twice a year, I meet a rider who will later become a client, after I am able to convince them, I really am an attorney. The best benefit is flying up the commuter lane, while the common folk are inching along on the crowded highway.
Five weeks ago, I was picking up a passenger outside the Marriott Hotel in Springfield. He waved, when he saw my Uber sticker, before turning and kissing the tall, well-dressed blonde with him. He slid his hand along the back of her bare leg, under her short skirt, lifted it and mauled a delicious looking ass-cheek. The blonde walked him to my SUV, opened the door and after another scorching kiss and grope, I heard her say, "I can't wait to see you again in two weeks. We can look at a few more houses and have more orgasms." They kissed again, before we took off for the airport.
"It looks like you had a successful trip," I said with a smirk.
"Jesus," he exclaimed. "I work for Amazon and I'm relocating to Connecticut to help manage the giant new distribution center. There are a few hundred of us moving from different areas and many of us are using Jillian's real-estate firm. She and her staff come highly recommended. They are extremely competent agents and for a few extra bucks, will have sex with you, in the vacant homes."
'She has an even better side gig than me,' I thought to myself.
