Last night I had a prime example of a scenario where if I had nefarious intentions, I had a victim neatly gift wrapped with a bow.
I accepted a pickup at a residential address in the middle of an average neighborhood. 230am Sunday night/Mon morning.
I show up at the address, wait a few minutes.
I text message the rider that I am out front
3min later…
She text replies “nah”
I try to voice call her… doesn’t answer
Wait another couple minutes
She text messages “I’m looking for you,”
I reply with, “I am in front of <address>, there is a white pickup in the driveway, do you still need a ride”
2 min later she calls, I answer, all I hear is “fucking phone” and she hangs up.
I try to call back, no answer
So we are at like 20 minutes from when I initially received the call. I decided that I’m done with this little dance and cancel the ride.
I get about 200 yd down the street and I see a woman standing out on the curb poking intently at her phone. I pull up and ask her if she was looking for an Uber ride.
She replies that Yes she was and the last guy never showed up and then canceled on her and was I her new Uber ride she requested and tries to open the passenger side front door… She is obviously some combination of drunk, high, tripping balls on the pharmaceutical cocktail de jour, whatever.
I ask what her pick up location address is so I can verify if this was the person that I was supposed to pick up. She gave me the address 200 yd away I had been waiting in front of. I pointed out to her that she was standing in front of <address> she looks back at the house, say “fuck, whatever can you take me, I have cash <holds out a couple of crumpled bills I can see at least one is a $20 bill>”
I told her she should probably go to that address so that she can be picked up by the proper driver for her safety and mine. She replies something to the extent of “fine whatever” and starts staggering off in the wrong direction to go to her pickup location. All of this was barely intelligible because of her slurring and turning away mid sentence.
I drive off, half feeling like a dick, and half feeling like if she is that far detached from reality I don’t want her in my car.
I wasn’t 30 seconds away and was thinking this is exactly how people get assaulted, granted I have all my Uber stickers, you can buy those on eBay. If I had chosen to accept the cash ride, there is nothing saying I ever picked her up, although I am sure someone would have known that she was looking for a ride, which would send police checking with the ride share services in the event anything bad should happen to her.
…but here was someone, wanting to get into a car with a complete stranger who she thought was her Uber driver and was so intoxicated that she wasn’t even bothering to try and check…
So I could have killed her, and got gas money…