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As a driver or passenger, have you experienced any thing during a rider share experience that REALLY made you angry? I mean ready to pop mad!

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One of my rideshare vehicles is a Cadillac six door limousine. I drive UberSelect and UberBlack. Many times when I am out and about, I see people walking. Sometimes way out in the middle of yonder. I hate to see anyone walk and many times I will pull over and ask if they want a ride somewhere within ten miles. Six out of ten are either “just hiking somewhere” or “out for exercise”. The other 4 are either going to a store or are on their way to or from a heartbreak. Then there is the one that is running away from home and is willing to go anywhere you take them.

One day I was truly out in the country. I saw a guy walking with a brisk pace along the road facing traffic. As I passed he looked straight ahead and made no indication he had seen me. I drove on. About half a mile down the road a woman came trundling down the apron of the road with two bags strapped around each side of her neck and a small duffel bag perched on top. In one hand she held a suitcase and in the other two Walmart bags with some food. I slowed to a stop and called out to her. She slowed but kept walking, barely glancing back. “What? What?” She shouted, “what do you want?” I shouted, “do you want a ride?” “Are you crazy, my husband will kill me.” "Just for talking to you.” I had turned the limo around and since her husband was well out of sight I rolled beside the girl (I noticed she was younger than I thought; but, the years had been hard) and got a close look. She was barefoot and you could see the welts of red ant bites between her toes and along the arch of her feet. The straps of the bags had dug deeply into her skin a...

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One of my rideshare vehicles is a Cadillac six door limousine. I drive UberSelect and UberBlack. Many times when I am out and about, I see people walking. Sometimes way out in the middle of yonder. I hate to see anyone walk and many times I will pull over and ask if they want a ride somewhere within ten miles. Six out of ten are either “just hiking somewhere” or “out for exercise”. The other 4 are either going to a store or are on their way to or from a heartbreak. Then there is the one that is running away from home and is willing to go anywhere you take them.

One day I was truly out in the country. I saw a guy walking with a brisk pace along the road facing traffic. As I passed he looked straight ahead and made no indication he had seen me. I drove on. About half a mile down the road a woman came trundling down the apron of the road with two bags strapped around each side of her neck and a small duffel bag perched on top. In one hand she held a suitcase and in the other two Walmart bags with some food. I slowed to a stop and called out to her. She slowed but kept walking, barely glancing back. “What? What?” She shouted, “what do you want?” I shouted, “do you want a ride?” “Are you crazy, my husband will kill me.” "Just for talking to you.” I had turned the limo around and since her husband was well out of sight I rolled beside the girl (I noticed she was younger than I thought; but, the years had been hard) and got a close look. She was barefoot and you could see the welts of red ant bites between her toes and along the arch of her feet. The straps of the bags had dug deeply into her skin and chafed a burning red line around her neck. Her fingers were purple from loss of circulation to the hand holding the two large Walmart bags. Her hair was stringy, face strained, shoulder straps biting, feet swollen and when she turned her head towards me I saw a black eye. On top of all that it looked like she had a severe case of poison ivy/poison oak on her arms and and chest. She just looked defeated. My heart went out to her and I knew immediately we had a domestic abuse situation going on here. The woman was adamant about not needing help. She was more afraid of this man, than all the pain and suffering you could pour on her head.

I gunned the limo and drove for a couple minutes till I came abreast of the man. He was a somber, unappealing person. Striding purposefully like he didn’t have a care in the world. He had nothing but a thin walking stick in his hand. I slowed and said, “hey man do you want a ride.” He looked at me and slowed his pace. “I’m cool,” he replied.  The swelling of his nose, the thread veins on his face and slurred speech suggested alcoholism. But he came to a stop. “Where are you going,” I queried. I was more interested in helping out the poor woman than this specimen; but, I could see he controlled the pair so I needed his acquiescence. I offered him an ice cold water to try and bridge the gap.  As he greedily guzzled the water, he finally admitted they were going to the Sparta Passenger Center (the bus station) in Spartanburg. I punched up SPC on Waze and saw it was 38.5 miles. I thought to myself, that poor woman. By that time, I saw her up the road, struggling to catch up. Limping, bags swinging, straps biting, feet painful and those purple fingers. When she got within earshot the man began to yell at her to hurry up. As she got closer she began to cry. It was as though she knew what was coming next. The man quickly wheeled around and grabbed her by the hair and hit her across the back of her legs about ten swift blows with the thin walking stick. “I told you to keep up,” he kept repeating. I about jumped out of my skin. I wanted to jump out and bash this guy senseless. I was so mad I wanted to just pound him. Or better yet, hold him and let the lady beat on him for a change. His shirt was out and I couldn’t tell if he had a gun or, as some in these parts like to do, is carry a straight razor or a buck knife. “What time is your bus?” I quietly asked. “In about four hours,” he said. “Listen, the GPS says it is 38.5 miles, you will never make it in that time.” Y’all jump in and I’ll whiz you there in half an hour.” “I’ve got more water.” After some contemplation the man saw the wisdom of the offer and said okay.

I have a three seat, six door limo so I put the woman all the way in the back and the man in the middle row, hoping to keep them apart and give the woman some rest. But he kept reaching over the seat and poking her in the ribs and neck with the walking stick. Not just prods, but hard painful jabs.  She continued to cry. By now I had to restrain myself from going in my trunk and getting my Louisville slugger. So the wheels started to turn.

I came to the on ramp to get on the interstate and saw an Exxon on the exit. I pulled in and told the guy “Hey, I can’t go in there as a limo driver and buy alcohol” “Would you go buy us each a couple of beers and I’ll drink one with you. Grab a pack of Marlboro Red!” The prospect of alcohol, a cigarette and someone to share it with must have hit too many buttons because the guy didn’t even think about it. He grabbed the $20 bill and was out the door in a flash. He wasn’t in the door good and I punched it and we were out of there. We grabbed the interstate and were three miles away before I looked back. The woman sat wide eyed. “I know what just happened” she smiled for the first time since I had met her. “but where am I going to go, what will I do?” She laid back in the plush leather seat and cool AC and relaxed. In five minutes she was fast asleep. I told Waze “Shepherds Gate.”

An hour later I was ringing the buzzer at the security entrance of Shepherds Gate. A secret, high security facility for battered women. A charity owned and run by former victims of domestic abuse. She would be safe here. I took her in and carried all her belongings to the security locker and handed her the key. "You're gonna be okay, these people will take care of you and help you start again on your own."

Six months later, I saw her working at the Red Lobster on South Pleasantburg. Hair cut in a cute boyish bob with messy fringes and in her little uniform, the picture of bravado, she was just talking up a storm, my heart went out again to her, this time for her happiness. She said she had seen her husband in one of those jailhouse magazines had gotten arrested for stealing a car. She was in the process of changing her name so she could disappear forever from the tyrant. She pulled my hand to introduce me to her friends at the eating establishment. She looked 20 years younger. I was just happy that she was happy. That made my day. Yours too I hope. Thanks for the upvote.

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    4071 Rider Driver
     8 months ago

    Early in my career with ride share, I was on wait time at a pickup one evening on the Southeast side of Greenville. I was driving my other ride share vehicle which is a BMW 328i. I normally drive UberSelect; but, was trying to pick up some extra rides taking UberX calls. This was a part of the city I don’t frequent often on my uptown/downtown/airport routes. I had just arrived at the pin and it was not looking good. The housing was tenement style, four room apartments with a chair or bench on the front porch. A slender Black girl in a KFC uniform waved out a screen door of apartment 3D and shouted “I’m coming.” 

    Three doors down a boy and two little girls came outside to play beside my car. The young boy had to be about eight or nine and the girls five or six years old. The boy was unceremoniously dragging a small puppy behind him. He had his thumb in the puppy’s eye socket and with the rest of his fingers had it by the ears dragging the poor anim...

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    Early in my career with ride share, I was on wait time at a pickup one evening on the Southeast side of Greenville. I was driving my other ride share vehicle which is a BMW 328i. I normally drive UberSelect; but, was trying to pick up some extra rides taking UberX calls. This was a part of the city I don’t frequent often on my uptown/downtown/airport routes. I had just arrived at the pin and it was not looking good. The housing was tenement style, four room apartments with a chair or bench on the front porch. A slender Black girl in a KFC uniform waved out a screen door of apartment 3D and shouted “I’m coming.” 

    Three doors down a boy and two little girls came outside to play beside my car. The young boy had to be about eight or nine and the girls five or six years old. The boy was unceremoniously dragging a small puppy behind him. He had his thumb in the puppy’s eye socket and with the rest of his fingers had it by the ears dragging the poor animal down the stairs. The poor puppy look dazed and scrawny. With an enormous potbelly it appeared to have worms. The boy squatted on the side walk with his foot across the puppy’s throat and began hitting the puppy’s underbelly with a stick. The little girls squealed with laughter and clapped their hands. With the gleeful attention, the little boy went one step further and began shoving the stick up the puppy’s rectum. The puppy squalled and I had seen enough. I leaned on my horn to get their attention, made eye contact, shook my head and mouthed the word “no”. The boy leered back defiantly at me; but, removed the stick from the puppy’s behind. I turned my attention to texting the rider to hurry up. When I looked back over at the children, I was shocked at what I saw. 

    The boy had gotten a can of spray paint and with a lighter in one hand was spraying the puppy with what amounted to a blow torch. Clearly the paint had an oil base and was highly flammable. He liberally sprayed the burning paint all over the underside of the puppy. The paint stuck to the burned hair and flesh and continued to burn even after the lighter went out. The puppy was screaming and crying in pain. The little girls just thought this was the most wonderful entertainment they had ever seen. I have a soft spot for animals and I was about to blow a gasket. I jumped out and rounded the front of the car ready to slap that kid silly. Realizing I was in a neighborhood that would not sympathize with a stranger smacking one of their kids around, my better sense got a hold of me and I walked over, pushed the kid aside and grabbed up the puppy. I bundled it into me to put out the flames and gently carried it around to the driver’s seat. My rider had still not appeared. 

    Slipping the car into gear with my left hand and driving with my knee, I cradled the puppy while I called the rider and told them I was canceling. I took off for the closest animal urgent care I could think of and arrived in record time. The little puppy was still whimpering in pain, so I quickly handed it off to the vet tech to hopefully get it some pain meds as soon as possible. After about an hour the vet came out and told me the puppy was sleeping comfortably on some pain meds; but, that they were going to keep her a few days so the burns could get scabbed up and would not get infected. I asked if she was otherwise okay. He said other than being malnourished and a little wormy, she would survive the burns. 

    Five days later I went to pick up the puppy. She cowered at the back of the cage, head down, eyes sad and clearly in need of some TLC. I sat down by the cage and just sat there, letting it get comfortable with me. After a while, I slipped my hand in the cage and gently stroked her head and spoke softly to the little thing. I was rewarded with a lick and an ever so slight wag of its tail. I wanted to pick her up and hug her; but, the vet tech said the burns were still sensitive and brought out a basket to put her in. She went home with me that night. 

    Over the weeks and months that followed, Lady recovered from the burns and maltreatment. She grew into a 100 pound Shar-pei Labrador mix. She was incredibly gentle with children, mothered baby chicks and goslings; but, could scare the pants off someone with a bark and vicious looking growl. She was my baby, my child. We went everywhere together. Inseparable.

     One day, she was with me as I fought early morning traffic going through Williamston. I had a seizure and passed out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I had a head on collision with another car and had broken a hip, left leg, five ribs, cracked my shoulder blade and suffered a concussion. When my girlfriend came in, I asked her about my dog. With sorrow in her eyes she explained that due to internal injuries from the accident, that she had not made it. I cried. RIP my Lady.

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    momof4
    7157 Rider Driver
     9 months ago

    The 1st 2 were right after detailing my car. It takes a lot to really make me mad. I can honestly say there has only been a few riders that just pissed me off. A rider chewed off her nail polish then bit her nails and left it all over my seats and floor. I am shocked she didnt bite her toenails and leave them also. Another rider ( didnt realize this until she was done) put her foot up on my counsol to lace up her dirty shoes.  Who does this stuff? Never mind I know. Self entitled young rich kids using mommy and daddys money. The stripper who flipped out at me because I dont have a crystal ball to know she wanted to be picked up at the stripper exit. Apparently the app & GPS didnt know either. Then continued to bark orders not to follow GPS and last time she barked was to tell not ask me to stop at a gas station. I almost left her ass there but because I was taking a class I needed for Nursing (Interpersonal Communication)I waited. I did however confront her nicely and tell ...

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    The 1st 2 were right after detailing my car. It takes a lot to really make me mad. I can honestly say there has only been a few riders that just pissed me off. A rider chewed off her nail polish then bit her nails and left it all over my seats and floor. I am shocked she didnt bite her toenails and leave them also. Another rider ( didnt realize this until she was done) put her foot up on my counsol to lace up her dirty shoes.  Who does this stuff? Never mind I know. Self entitled young rich kids using mommy and daddys money. The stripper who flipped out at me because I dont have a crystal ball to know she wanted to be picked up at the stripper exit. Apparently the app & GPS didnt know either. Then continued to bark orders not to follow GPS and last time she barked was to tell not ask me to stop at a gas station. I almost left her ass there but because I was taking a class I needed for Nursing (Interpersonal Communication)I waited. I did however confront her nicely and tell her her attitude and behavior were unacceptable and rude. She did apologize and promise me 5 stars. I really wanted to say, "stick your 5 stars to your pasties and pluck some bills from your skanky g string". Then I remembered where the g string lies and thought better of it. 

    I have 1357 trips, (only 1 report for nav 3 days into my 1st week of driving) mind you GPS's fault added 20 secs to trip.I maintain a 4.93 to 4.95 rating 475 5 star trips.  Last and certainly not least. The rider ( I cannot figure out which one) who reported me for car being dirty and bad odor and apparently (according to email from Uber)I needed to shower.  This pops up as a report a few weeks ago while driving on a Friday night. I lost it. I cancelled my rider pulled over and sent Uber some of the most nastiest emails to date (trust me I have sent some pretty bad ones) I was shocked when I was able to get back on the app  in the morning. I thought for sure I would be deactivated. I sent screenshots of my car, pics of the air freshners I use. I do not since the 6th grade leave my home unless I am showered, hair washed daily, make up on and clothes are never worn more than once before they are washed. My kids think I am OCD when it comes to wash and cleaning. My clothes have to smell like fabric softner when I put them on or they go back into the wash. Lol I will also mention I use deodorant. I am in Nursing school which thry dont tolerate bad hygeine and I work in hospital where I cant smell either.  I wouldve been less angry if they reported I was falling alseep at the wheel (although I dont do that either). I was so furious I retired for the night after 3 rides. Texting this story is making me angry all over again. Lol I went back and forth with Uber for about 7 emails from me 3 from them. How dare they believe 1 rider report assume they are telling the truth. I hope their dumb simple minded asses didnt refund this piece of shit rider. There was more bad language used. Language I never use.  Dont think its a good idea to put certain words up on this site lol They email me back saying they dont always believe rider especially since there are no other reports but they are just trying to help me with telling me what rider said and give me suggestions. Wait you just said you didnt necessarily believe them but now your suggesting air freshner and better hygiene again. I finally gave up. Told them what I thought about rider, report, and their responses and called it a night. Nothing has pissed me off more than thst night. So wish I knew who it was. I had no issues with any rider other than the foot fetish guy who wanted to know about my shoes and a guy who said he left his cheap throw away cell in my car which was not in my car (I even checked gas station/mini mart I took him to to make sure they didnt have it).I had few rides that week and only drove 2 days. Guess Ill never know. Yet again my answer turns into a book. Sorry again. :)

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    DriveMeToTheMoon
    282 Driver Driver
     9 months ago

    I always have riders who completely ignore my request to not smoke and smoke anyways.   Yep, people do it anyways.  I am at a point where I take it as a Saturday night.  (sad)

    What really ticked me off is one customer who left a cigarette burn on my door's upholstery.  I saw this happen and called it out.  I was so mad I thought I'd lose it.

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      joeyj
      415 Driver Rider
       9 months ago

      If they do that in my car, they get kicked out. Doesn't matter where we are.

      But most of the time when I pull the car over and inform them that they are no longer welcome, they put out the cigarette. And so I continue. I am not cruel, I just demand a certain level of respect. All that being said I have only encountered this problem a few times in my career.

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      StevenL-NYU
      112 Driver Driver
       9 months ago

      Yes, that happens.  Drunk people think they are being so clever when they "discretely" smoke in my car.  Gosh.

      In front of bars, without exception, they always take a HUGE puff before they get on the car.  Then my car ends up smelling for the rest of the night.  

      Ah, only if customers knew what we go through to clear that smell between fares  Sigh...

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    momof4
    7157 Rider Driver
     6 months ago

    I posted a comment about a month ago but I now found 2 more things that really makes me more angry than the other post. First- RIDERS PUT your SEATBELTS ON especially in BAD WEATHER. I dont care about the ticket & insurance will cover law suit as much as I dont want you flying through my windshield. I dont want to watch as they scrape your dead lifeless decapitated body off the road nor do I want to live with that for the rest of my life (even though it wasnt my fault). 2nd - In bad inclement weather snow or rain if your Driver gets you to destination safely TIP the driver. Obviously you are not driving your own vehicle for a reason. You either dont have a car, your drinking, or you dont want to drive or dont know how to in bad weather. Would it kill you or break your bank acct to give the driver a few dollars extra for risking their lives and car to get your ass out to dinner, movie, or the bar? Think about it, if your answer is yes your just a terrible person or as cheap as th...

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    I posted a comment about a month ago but I now found 2 more things that really makes me more angry than the other post. First- RIDERS PUT your SEATBELTS ON especially in BAD WEATHER. I dont care about the ticket & insurance will cover law suit as much as I dont want you flying through my windshield. I dont want to watch as they scrape your dead lifeless decapitated body off the road nor do I want to live with that for the rest of my life (even though it wasnt my fault). 2nd - In bad inclement weather snow or rain if your Driver gets you to destination safely TIP the driver. Obviously you are not driving your own vehicle for a reason. You either dont have a car, your drinking, or you dont want to drive or dont know how to in bad weather. Would it kill you or break your bank acct to give the driver a few dollars extra for risking their lives and car to get your ass out to dinner, movie, or the bar? Think about it, if your answer is yes your just a terrible person or as cheap as they come. 

    I try not to post tipping discussions in forums but after driving this past snow storm 2 wks ago and relentless downpour & flooded roads this past Saturday night in Philly & Lower Bucks I really felt the need to address it. If a rider never ever tips an Uber driver they should on these bad weather days for multiple reasons that I dont feel the need to go into detail as it should be common sense. Although common sense is lacking in many people.



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    momof4
    7157 Rider Driver
     4 months ago

    Took one last ride Saturday night at a local bar called 3 Monkeys. Picked up male and female  who were either dating or married. They both passed out during the 3 mile ride. When we pulled up I was able to wake the guy easily. It took a little more to wake the female up. First words out of her mouth was "did you tip her" to which the male mumbled yes and kept saying "come on lets go". The female still somewhat half asleep asked again "did you tip her"? Now he was getting annoyed. Did the cheap jerk think I couldnt hear her asking or him lying? Hello you are right behind me, I speak English, not deaf, and not stupid. This was worse then "I'll tip you in the app". What a cheap, rude, a#&hole. Hopefully she isnt married to this idiot and realize what a jerk he really is. 

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    wraiththe
    177 Driver
     9 months ago  (edited 9 months ago)

    Nothing can come close to the original post!

    While it would take a lot to make me ready to pop, one passenger really got me mad.

    He was hidden deep in an unpaved parking lot behind a fence with no numbers on it.  Even with him trying to help, it took 15 minutes to find him.  He finally had to walk out to the street.  He spoke broken english which made it hard.  Too long, I should have cancelled. 

        On entering the car, he had mud caked all around his shoes.

       I asked him to please clap them before entering the car because I had just detailed it, and because I did not want all the mud in the car.  He turned and mocked me with sad eyes and said "Awwwww, you knew what you were getting into when you took this job."  and flaired out his lower lip (pouting and taunting me.)

    I had to bite my lip. 

       I should have kicked him out, but I explained that it was MY CAR, I was not a taxi, and that I did not have to gi...

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    Nothing can come close to the original post!

    While it would take a lot to make me ready to pop, one passenger really got me mad.

    He was hidden deep in an unpaved parking lot behind a fence with no numbers on it.  Even with him trying to help, it took 15 minutes to find him.  He finally had to walk out to the street.  He spoke broken english which made it hard.  Too long, I should have cancelled. 

        On entering the car, he had mud caked all around his shoes.

       I asked him to please clap them before entering the car because I had just detailed it, and because I did not want all the mud in the car.  He turned and mocked me with sad eyes and said "Awwwww, you knew what you were getting into when you took this job."  and flaired out his lower lip (pouting and taunting me.)

    I had to bite my lip. 

       I should have kicked him out, but I explained that it was MY CAR, I was not a taxi, and that I did not have to give him a ride at all.  Also that I would have to clean it up and if he made it dirty enough he would have to pay to have it cleaned.  I was still nice to him, and still gave him a pleasant ride.  Still, by then the damage was done.  He got the ride, I rated him poorly and I am sure he did the same.   I also had to drive across a muddy parking lot with pot holes big enough to swallow my car to get his luggage.  I had to clean the car and the carpet.  Red and grey clay.   I called in and asked that they never pair me with him again.

      It is annoying when people put in the wrong address, then are not out side when you get there... or worse: they don't even try to flag you down when you arrive... (as if we are supposed to be magicians and know...) if we pass them... they get condescending when they get - the trip is off to a poor start.   

    Once I waited in the driveway at the address given, and the owner came out with a shotgun.   The passenger must have done this before, because he realized quickly why I was there.  Still, not fun.

    One other thing... Never ever spray on perfume in an Uber.  You could potentially kill your driver and you in the process.

    Don't smoke or vape anything in the car... that really does not need to be said.

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      joeyj
      415 Driver Rider
       9 months ago

      The dirty shoes things aggrivates me to no end. Most people are considerate enough to clap their feet together before they get in. Some are not. They are either oblivious to it, or worse sometimes I think they do it intentionally as a power play. I drive in Boston where we for most of the winter the roads are covered in slush which is a mixture of ice, road grime, and road salt. I put all weather mats in the car (I am not crazy) but still, the slush gets everywhere if people don't stomp it off first.

      It is just a basic courtesy that your mom should have taught you growing up.

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    JakeGunther
    23
     9 months ago

    OP - what is a cat herder? In your profile.

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      fpressly
      4071 Rider Driver
       9 months ago  (edited 8 months ago)

      A car herder is one who has to challenge improbability for authenticity. N-o-o-o-t impossibility, improbability.

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    bettyvanwhy
    171 Rider
     9 months ago

    WOW, just wow, I was not expecting this story when I opened this thread. I am glad I took the time to read it all, and I am even more glad that you were wise enough to know how to help her. Thanks for your bravery. When did this story take place?

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      4071 Rider Driver
       9 months ago

      The week of 4th of July last year (2017).

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    PattyMelt
    190 Driver
     9 months ago

     Despite your alleged good intentions riding all over offering people free rides especially to women is soooo creepy. I bet people call the police on you often.

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      4071 Rider Driver
       9 months ago  (edited 9 months ago)

      Hmmm... I don't think I have ever had someone call an act of kindness "creepy". I pick up men and women equally. You aren't much of one for exaggeration are you? "Riding all over offering people free rides"? Matter of fact, I have never had anyone call the police. When you see someone walking down the highway in a very remote rural area, it usually means they are in trouble and trying desperately to get somewhere. If I am going that way anyway, what is the harm in asking if you can help? I think you have issues that need professional attention!

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        tralala
        Rider
         9 months ago

        That women was so lucky you drove by her and not RatingLow LOL

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        PattyMelt
        190 Driver
         9 months ago
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        PattyMelt
        190 Driver
         9 months ago

        It isn’t about what I think it is rather the whacky world we live in.  Who is to say you are not walking right smack into a nasty lovers quarrel? Are you familiar with the situation in Florida where the man aggressively cut off the Uber driver that had his girlfriend in the car?  He ended up getting shot and killed by the Uber driver as a justified shooting.  He still ended up getting removed from both Uber and Lyft for violating multiple policies particularly the no carrying firearms policy.

         I’m sure you mean well but God forbid you put yourself into a syndicated news coverage situation you damage the reputation of rideshare companies which ultimately increases the likeliness of less pay for me and most other drivers here. 😂

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    Bigfrank
    380 Driver Driver Rider
     9 months ago

    A UBER Priest , just dandy .

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      fpressly
      4071 Rider Driver
       9 months ago  (edited 9 months ago)

      Uhm, uh sorry. It's "an" UBER priest. The rules say that if the following word begins with a vowel you must use "an". If the following word begins with a consonant then "a" is correct. With UBER the "U" is a vowel. Therefore, "an UBER priest"... oh so dandy, would be correct.!!