I’ve given close to three thousand rides with Uber since I started last April. That’s a lot of passengers. And I’m happy to relate that the vast majority of those riders have been pleasant, friendly, engaging people. The number of bad hombres in Hampton Roads, from this ride sharer’s perspective, is encouragingly small. But that… Continue reading Get Out of My Uber
The New Bay Local
Last week, I picked up two guys near the oceanfront. Their destination was a restaurant called Eurasia Cafe. I had driven a cook from that place some time ago and remembered that he’d bragged about it a good deal. “I hear the food’s pretty good at Eurasia,” I said. “Yeah, it’s good,” one of them… Continue reading The New Bay Local
Riddle Me This
It was raining when I picked up this group from a Chick’s Beach bar. Bethany sat up front. She was a cute, petite blonde. Jack and Rena climbed in back and snuggled a bit. I don’t know the other girl’s name. She was quiet the whole time. They weren’t going far, so Bethany got right to it. She… Continue reading Riddle Me This
Things Can Get Worse
Crystal had a hipster look that I liked right away: ripped jeans, untucked plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves, Harry Potter glasses, and a gray felt fedora. Her straight blonde hair fell just below her shoulders. She was tall and looked like an athlete. I picked her up close to midnight outside a popular bar.… Continue reading Things Can Get Worse
The Best Puker
Ramon’s friend walked him to the car and opened the door for him. “Get my buddy home safe, okay?” he said. “Of course. That’s what I do.” I looked in the rear-view mirror. “You okay, Ramon?” “I drank too much.” “I see. That happens. Are you feeling sick?” “I already threw up. I think I’ll… Continue reading The Best Puker
Two Cool Guys
Who’s cooler, an F-18 pilot or a guitar player for Bruno Mars? I drove these two guys back-to-back last night. Austin was first. Black beard and black T-shirt, built like a high school wrestler, I took him from the Eagle’s Nest to his place at Chick’s Beach. I liked him right away. “Is driving for… Continue reading Two Cool Guys
A Really Bad Week
Angelo was on his way home from Wanna B’s–a karaoke bar. “How was your night? Did you get your karaoke on?” I asked after he’d sat down in the front seat. “Shoo,” he shook his head, “Yeah, it was fine, I guess. It was a rough night. It’s been a rough week.” “Yeah? I’m sorry… Continue reading A Really Bad Week
