Shady Passengers
“Driving Uber one night a couple years back. I picked up four guys from a club, and listening to them talk, I realized that two guys (one of them ordered the ride) had met the other two at the club and were on the way to get c**e from one of their cousins. There was an odd vibe; some of the conversations didn’t seem the most linear, and I was hyper-aware that these drunk dumba***s were heading with two strangers to a d**g deal. And I was the one driving them …
… I did not want drugs in my car, and I was very aware that we might be on the way to an ambush. If we’d been heading anywhere remote or sketchy, I had to figure out how to end the ride. The two wannabe dealers kept trying to get in touch with their cousin via cellphone, went to an apartment just off a main street, and after both had gone into the building, I just said, “should we leave?” to the guys and we did. I still don’t know if it was just a ploy for a free ride, guys too drunk or dumb to pull off a basic deal, or something nefarious that didn’t finish.”