Everything about that girl screams daddy's spoiled little shit. There's no way that was the first time she behaved like that.
Nope. Her entire wording shows that she's sorry she got caught, not for doing it. Not once does she own it or take responsibility for her actions, nor does she show any empathy for the Uber Driver, who she only calls "Uber Driver". This is her doing damage control, not showing anything close to remorse. Fuck her.
Yeah, the whole, "Jinkies! I was drunk! People make mistakes when they drink!" is laughable. 99% of the population go home with randoms and drunk dial. Maybe get into an argument. Who assaults an Uber driver and acts like an entitled asshole? Right or wrong, physicians are held to a higher standard when it comes to commiting crimes or acting like a cunt. I don't think she should be punished, per se, but what kind of employer would actually hire her after this nonsense? Daddy will probably sweep in and get her a job, but that's too bad. She should end up working in some shitty LTAC in BFE.
She's lucky, some people have a shorter tolerance for drunk fuckheads: "I'll fucking knock your old ass out, grandpa," How did that work out for you?
Just because it amuses me, I bought one of my favorite 1973 baseball cards in PSA 9. Mike Epstein. He had a decent career, he was a power hitting first baseman, he also got hit by pitches a whole bunch. But none of that is important. His nickname was "Super Jew." Really.
All baseball cards begin and end with Rollie Fingers. Loogit that 'stache. None of these roided chumps have an ounce of class. What do you think he's thinking about? I bet it is mustaches.
At one point Rollie didn't have his mustache. That point was 1972. Charlie Finley, the owner of the A's at that time, offered players like $100 to grow a mustache sometime during the '72 season as a promotional thing. He also offered Cy Young winner Vida Blue $500 to change his first name to "True."
A couple of years ago I started shooting deer in my yard with a paintball gun. The neighbors up the street enjoyed the blue, green and orange spotted ones running like a bat out of hell to get away from my property. It worked well. Too well. Now I'm bored. Looks like I just found my next project.
So I may have just been adopted by a cat. There's been a cat hanging out around my yard for a few days, and today I was working in the garage and it was sitting under my Jeep parked in the driveway, and then started really, really meowing. Then it got really friendly. Then it worked its way into the house, and drank a ton of water that I put down for it. I very well might be off to the store for some cat food and maybe a small bag of litter.
Congrats! I didn't like cats until a little one adopted us. Now, out of my five dogs, she's my best hunting companion. The little black fucker (the cat) showed up on our porch in the middle of winter. We gave it some food because it was very skinny and it kept hanging around. We were leaving town for a week a few days later so we setup a heat lamp and put out food. When we came back, she was still there and there were a bunch of dead snakes in our yard. Kitty knows a cool trick. Nowadays she's learned to corner armadillos, raccoon, opossums, etc. in the yard and when I come out with the gun to exterminate them she sits by my side and I swear she's making faces at them and sticking out her tongue.
Tonight I was at a wedding that had a bunch of random cardboard cutouts just scattered around. Well at the end of the night the bride announced they are free game to take home. This was my score: Spoiler: I am the night.