Cheryl, an attractive twenty-something, was waiting in the restaurant parking lot when I pulled up. “Hang on. My friend is coming,” she said to me through the open window. Moments later, her friend, Jen, burst out of the restaurant and stumbled to the car. They were both good-looking and dressed almost identically–black blouses and jeans that… Continue reading Bad Moms

Strung Out is a punk/metal band that’s been around since 1989. I generally try to keep up with music, but I had never heard of them until I picked up some fans after their concert at Shaka’s Live at the Oceanfront. Sean and Carol were buzzing after the show. They were both a bit stout.… Continue reading Heavy-Hearted Head Banger

After every Uber ride, passengers are asked to rate their driver on a scale of one to five stars. My average at the moment is 4.86. I’d like it to be a straight five stars, but you just can’t please everybody. For example, I got a ping to pick up Hank at an Oceanfront hotel.… Continue reading Love and Hate

I took Charlotte and her son Sean home from the movie theater at Lynnhaven Mall. They had seen Trolls. Sean is a thirteen-year-old eighth grader and was impressed by my trays of water bottles and candy. “This is the best Uber ever!” “Yes, it is,” I replied. “Thanks for noticing.” “Look, Mom–this guy’s got Jolly Ranchers and… Continue reading A Good Kid

Renee was assisted into my front passenger seat by a man who seemed genuinely concerned for her. He was patient and attentive. “You’re taking her home, okay?” He said to me before shutting the door. I assumed his name was Keith–that was the name of the passenger on the app. He probably called for an… Continue reading I Wanna Hold Your Hand