Sharing Line/Pool stories
Recently I had the privilege to drive an excellent listener and storyteller, whom was also a full-time physician. I think we improved each other’s lives by riding together.
We briefly discussed the differences between Lyft and Uber. I told him my story, and he told me the below story, and we were having a roaring good time!
He ordered up an Uber at around 5:00pm in the evening on a weekday about a month ago while in Hinsdale. Uber had recently changed the interface on the app which will explain some of the issues with this ride.
He sees his driver pull away from his location, but is able to successfully flag him down and then sees that there already sits a female passenger in the vehicle (in her 50s, blonde, suburban housewife). He’s never ordered an Uber Pool before, but why not give it a chance.
For some Uber customers the Uber app’s default riding option became Pool instead of UberX after the app was recently updated, and I have heard this from other riders in the past.
He gets into the car and greets his driver by telling the driver his name.
Who am I Pooling with Today?
Since it was his first time riding in a Pool he had questions:
- where are we going first?
- when do I get to my destination?
- who am I sharing a ride with?
- how does Uber Pool work?
He asks his driver a series of questions and immediately determines that English is not a language that his driver is familiar with. Also, the female passenger next to him is worrying him as there is definitely something wrong with her. As a physician he is typically able to determine if someone is intoxicated, on recreational drugs, or mentally ill, and he can’t quite figure her out.
He starts to ask the blonde suburban mom where she’s going, what her name is, and a few other questions pertinent to the ride.
She answered “yes” to every single one of his many questions!
After this big reveal, the driver communicates to him that he’s going to find where to drop off the blonde passenger. The rider then puts the puzzle together. His driver was searching for him and asked people as they walked by, “are you _____”, and this woman answered “yes” and got into the vehicle. The best part, in my opinion, was the rider’s unusual name and this woman agreed that it was also her name when asked.
He determines that he needs to be in a public place and get the authorities involved. He announces to the driver that he’s calling 9-11, the driver doesn’t like the idea, but the rider retorts that “…this is the only way that this ends well.“
Mall Cop response
He calls 9-11 and they are at the Oakbrook Mall surrounded by 2 mall cops and 2 police cruisers. The blonde was passed out drunk on his shoulder.
The mall cops proceed to ask the rider, “What were you doing with her?“
My rider was astonished that a suburban mom could be piss-drunk at 5 in the afternoon on a weekday. While I agree that one shouldn’t become blackout drunk until at least 8:00pm on a weekday, the biggest issue for me is this Uber Pool driver just picked up a random person and prioritized her drop-off ahead of his paying customer.
Have some standards, buddy!
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