(Indy is a pretty quiet and laid-back market, so this is the best story I've had so far. I'm sure it pales in comparison to the rest of your stories. But it was unusual for me.) I picked up a guy last night, and he asked me to drive forward about 50 yards to pick up another guy. Thankfully, he knew the other guy. Apparently, it was his partner. The second guy didn't see us pull up, so my first passenger asked me to roll down the window and yell at him because "he's so stupid." By the time the second guy hopped in, I realized that both guys were quite drunk (at 7 p.m.). The first guy started telling me which way to drive the 3-mile route, even though the GPS was already telling me where to go. Every 100 feet or so, the first guy kept saying (politely) "Stay in this lane. Stay in this lane. Stay in this lane." Eventually, we pulled up to their residence -- which was a funeral home. As they departed the car, the first guy offered me his leftover food (I declined). The other guy, who had hardly said a word, tossed a $20 bill in my front passenger seat. (I did NOT decline.) That was fun.