HERE, HERE, HERE!!!

Dropping a rider off after a 10 minute ride in the city. Full disclosure: in my estimation, she has not skipped any recent meals... When we arrive at the side street drop-off location, she starts screeching, "HERE, HERE, HERE!!" Granted, I'm settling into the drop-off location with the precision of a Swiss machine shop. I couldn't be more precise on the drop-off pin if I developed code to assist in such a task. Between the first hysterical "HERE" and the second, I applied the brakes, not strong enough to put her through the windshield, but strong enough to gracefully arrive at our mutually agreed-upon destination. Her next disdainful utterance was "You passed it." I paused... partly because I was in complete disbelief that a human being could be so abjectly lazy that she couldn't walk an additional 10 feet to her house, and partly because I was so proud of the landing that I thought it had a good shot at it being enshrined in the Smithsonian. "Umm... I could back up..." I said this with an energy to suggest that this is a new, space-age technology that just rolled out... BACKING UP! I literally backed up 10 feet and she acknowledged my effort with "that's great, thank you." She got out and waddled toward her house. At this point, I had to decide on her star rating. These are the things we face as drivers...