I assume Uber drivers have it good because there are so many of them who willingly do it, but I can’t imagine the conversations they have to endure with me, I mean passengers, at 3 a.m.
I talk to every one of my Uber drivers, at the very least to ask how their day or night is going.
Sometimes I ask them about their most ridiculous passengers (always welcomed stories.)
So far, what I’ve gathered is that every day, Uber drivers bring people back to their cars from the night before.
They also pull over on the side of the road more often than you’d think so a passenger can throw up.
They are constantly asked to suggest restaurants and bars, like a tour guide.
At least one passenger will ALWAYS leave a phone in the back seat and then drivers have to coordinate returning it.
BTW, they’d like a cash tip after returning a phone.
But last week, I heard a new Uber driver’s experience, one that I found to be so horrifying yet so hilarious that I had to have him go into every detail.
Peter, an Uber driver who had a 4.8 star rating, picked up a young guy in his 20s one day during the day and drove to the address he had requested.
The address was a house, not a bar or a business, and Peter said the guy was pretty quiet, not really saying anything about the house other than confirming the address.
But then, about a block away, he told the Uber driver to keep driving by the house and not to stop.
“He ducked down in the backseat and everything!” Peter said.
The driver did as he was told, and kept driving.
“Can you go back around the block again?” the guy asked.
“Did I miss it?” the driver asked.
No. Apparently, Peter was an accomplice to some light stalking.
Which is NOT something that happens to drivers every day.
Peter made the block and stopped at the address, just like his phone told him to.
“The second time I drove down a young girl was coming out of the house and the guy in the backseat screamed, “DRIVE!”” Peter laughed.
Peter panicked and hit the gas, and said the woman ran out to the street, and he saw her yelling at him (and his passenger) in the rear view mirror.
“What’s going on man?” Peter asked him. “I don’t want no rocks being thrown at my car, now!”
He said he was worried she would take down his license plate and report him for something.
He stopped the car at the next stop sign. His phone chirped, “Make a U-Turn.”
“DRIVE STRAIGHT!” the guy yelled. “SHIT SHIT SHIT!”
Peter said the guy was “cussing” up a storm.
“Where are we going now?” Peter asked, trying to program a new address into the app.
The guy told Peter to go back to where he picked him up. He admitted that it was his ex-girlfriend’s house, and he just wanted to drive by to see if her “new ASSHOLE” was there.
Is this what people are using Ubers for these days????!?!?!?
To have an anonymous cars creep by their ex’s house?
What would have happened if said “asshole” was on the porch????!!?
Honestly, a passenger puking sounds better.
I mean, how many times did this guy do that???
Peter could not have been his first drive-by.
I can see him arguing with his ex now: “No, Lisa, I was NOT driving by your house. I don’t even have a Buick.”
“Well, did you give him five stars?” I asked.
“Yea, well, you know, I give them all five stars,” Peter said.
Then he paused.
“Unless they puke.”