Uber Riders: Ticks, Ruined Dates, And Foster Kids
I drive for rideshare and write about the experiences, good and bad. The stream of characters that pass through my car amaze me. I completed over 10,000 rides now. None have harmed me, though some have tried. Many have enriched my life and proved that most people are good or at least trying to be good. Here are a few more stories from the streets.
I pulled up to the doctor’s office and a small, frail woman climbed into the car. We were about to embark on a 50 mile ride back to her home. She rattled off a…