Dads Going to Be There!

It was summer, it was a weekday and I had started work 11 hours prior. I had gotten stranded in Dayton and I was granted 2 wishes to get out with my ride Filter. So I rubbed my phone and asked Rideshare to grant my wish. Please take me out of Dayton to Cinncinatti. I waited for several minutes as the Rideshare genie went searching for a Rider wanting to also get out of Dayton. But being more on the pragmatic side and the computer version of a genie is a monkeys paw style in granting wishes my magic request when granted was anything but magical. When my first wish was granted I had to travel further north before I could head south. The Genie warned me it would be a 45 minute plus ride but not to exactly where. So wanting to get the heck out of Dayton. ( I had been given a speeding ticket from a camera going 30 in a 20 during school hours area with school being long out of season, I had a high disdain for Dayton. It seemed like a mini Cinncinatti but with nothing attractive or distinct about it. With finances so bad they had to set up cameras to give out speeding tickets to anyone from outside the city to raise funds, a true tourist trap. As I pulled up the long drive way I noticed a well built attractive blonde smoking next to a pile of belongings in the front yard. She seemed to pay no mind to me. and proceeded to walk to the side of a large house in a one acre slopping front yard. I had my AC on and windows up and the car running, so I paid little attention to her at first. She walked to one side of the house and yelled to some one. Or people. Maybe she is saying good bye to some of her friends was my first thought. But as this pattern on hers went on for about 5 minutes, I started to have a sinking feeling about the ride. Something was off about this one, and it wasnt bad milk. I turned off the car and asked if she was the one getting a ride. "Yes but we are waiting for my Dad." I siad ok, believing her and asked if I could put her things in the car. She agreed and I put a pillow, suitcases, a computer case all in the back seat after the trunk was filled. She continued the same behavior going from one side of the house to the other side about half way yelling towards the backyard. After another ten minutes and not wanting to go back to Cincinnatti empty, I coerxed my imaginitive rider into the car, I told her "Your Dads going to meet us there" She thought about it for a second then agreed to get into the car. I did not want to ride most likely empty and was willing to see the outcome of my monkey paw wish. She had her phone on her, and sat in the front seat. She was in her 30s and at one time was probally a real cat attracter with endless calls. Not even 5 minutes on our way after 15 mintues of waiting for "Da" she began to scream at her luggage to shut the F up. Then as if holding a conversation with no one but luggage she conversed as if in an arguement. "Did you hear what she told you?" No, what did she say? I said in my calm Zen style response,-"Shut the F up." Nice. was my response, "Nice." agian, calm focused and relaxed not showing any alarm or worry. kinda worn from the gambit of odd and ends almost expecting this. I asked who is back there? as we where now on the highway heading south with my eyes more on her weary and growing less and less trusting as her instability was growing more and more alarming as the trip progressed. "My family that follows me" Oh really? who? "There is a Father, Mother and they're daughter." hmm was my response, as I continued to watch her. Then she picked up her phone black screen and silent and pretend to Answer it. "Ok Dad I will see you there." Yea, Yea, Bye" This happened atleast 6 times along the ride. It was getting darker as we neared 8 o'clock. "All of my drivers are really freaked out but your handling this, my family very well" Well honey I grew up in Baltimore ive seen much worse. I replied drly and with out a hitch. After another shouting match with her invisible friends she tried to jump from the car as we drove at about 70 mphs per hour in the center lane. If my car didnt have saftey locks she would had been instantly killed. I took a deep breath and asked her if she had ever thought about ignoring her family untill they became bored with her. She looked surprised why she hadn't thought of that sooner, after some surpirsed thinking, she said, that wouldnt work becuase they wake her up as she sleeps. Well it was worth try. After several more important calls and bunch more of her telling her family to shut up we arrived at her destination. It was a resturant called Cock N Bull. A british style pub located in the Kentucky side of Cinncinatti. People sat outside eating with out a care in the world on a late summer early night. The sun was about to set. I quickly got her stuff out of the car and put it neatly in a pile by the door as some of the patrons started to look puzzled. She said "My Dad is going to meet us here." Yes, he will- I said with out much thought, and well used to the situation. As I said goodbye, and was not even 5 feet down the road she was back to her shouting and yelling, going from one side of the resturant to the other on the sidewalk, the patrons now had to be Dad, and the puxled expressions became worry as it was now theyre village responsiblity to take care of Suzzie and her Ghostly family.