Into The Uberverse At The LA Airport

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​INTO THE UBERVERSE AT THE LA AIRPORT

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     I had been warned  that finding the Uber pick-up point at the Los Angeles airport could be a little tricky. In fact, it didn't seem at all tricky. I stepped outside of the terminal and saw that the many lanes of traffic were divided by a pedestrian island where there were several bus stops as well as a tall grey pillar a few hundred feet down the island upon which was written "Uber."  Well, that wasn't hard, I thought.
       I crossed to the island and walked to the Uber pillar. I found it strange that no one was waiting there. However, I did see a few passengers waiting around a nearby pillar indicating Terminal 4B, which made me wonder if that was where one should wait for one's Uber. Just to be safe I decided to wait between the Uber pillar and the Terminal 4B pillar.

   I then pulled up my Uber app and ordered a car. I was informed that a car was twenty 20 minutes away, which was a little surprising and a mite annoying. One is not accustomed to waiting long for one's Uber. A few minutes later I was notified that a different driver was ten minutes away. Eight minutes later someone else was fifteen minutes away. Fifteen minutes later my ride was two minutes away. Then twenty. 
     Now, I really should have figured out by then that something was amiss between myself and the Uberverse. Especially since the other folks waiting by the 4B pillar had already been picked up, though by whom or what entity I did not know. I also should have recalled my daughter's warning that finding the Uber stop might require some sleuthing. 
       No, after twenty-some minutes of waiting between the pillars, for the most part by myself, I still wasn't getting it.
​      Finally I received a message that a driver named Leon was six minutes away. Then four. Then three. I felt an inner surge of satisfaction.  That is, at least until a member of the Los Angeles airport police approached me and asked me if I was waiting for someone. I told him I was waiting for an Uber. 
        "This isn't the  Uber pick-up," he said.
       "But what about that?"  I asked, pointing to the Uber pillar behind me.
       "There's no Uber pick-up allowed here anymore," he said. "You have to take a shuttle to the ride lot. Back that way." He pointed towards the terminal. "Take a left and keep walking until you get to the shuttle stop."
        Miffed that I'd waited around so long for nada, I wanted to shout, But then why is the Uber pillar still here! However I thought better of dumping on this armed and up-until-now patient police officer. Besides, I had a more immediate problem: according to my Uber app my driver Leon was now two minutes away! I sent Leon an apologetic message explaining what happened and admitting that I had no idea how long it would take to get from the airport to the ride pick-up lot.
           No problem, Leon graciously texted back.
​          I began walking in the direction towards which the police officer had pointed me. A couple of terminals later I came across the bona fide ride lot shuttle stop. The stop was crowded, and it appeared that the shuttle bus loading passengers was on the verge of reaching capacity.

     The door to the bus closed just as a pair of young men with a couple of small dogs were preparing to board.
      "Open the door, you f***ing  b**ch, I have a support animal!" one of the men yelled at the driver, to the obvious dismay of his companion. "Didn't you hear me, f****ing b**ch?" he yelled after the bus as it drove off,  "I have a support animal, b**ch! "
      Now, I figured another shuttle would be along soon enough. But I sure as shootin' didn't want to share it with this anger management challengee.
        However, upon closer look at the info-pillar I saw that it was possible to walk to the ride lot.

     I decided to hoof it.
    As it turned out, fifteen minutes was a bit of an optimistic stretch. It took me a good fifteen minutes to walk to the five-minute pillar,

...at which point a shuttle arrived - not inhabited by the support-animal guy, thank goodness -  and so I rode for the final leg of the trip.
    The LA airport ride lot was a vast expanse crowded with vehicles​ and people.

     And yet, as I was making my way through the throng, what to my wondering eyes should appear but a car in the Uber waiting area bearing the license plate of my Uber! After all this time Leon was still here waiting for me! Or else he was just here waiting for anybody. But it didn't matter, I'd finally made it to Uber Valhalla and I had me a ride! 

   To be continued...