30 Uber Drivers Talk About Their Weirdest, Creepiest Passengers 

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21. Ooh, ohh, got one.

I’d been driving for a little while, few months or so, and pull up to this bar with a man and two obviously inebriated middle-aged women. The guy says hey, it’s my account, but I’m vouching for these two, can you take em home. I’m like sure.

So we’re heading down the road, and they’re shit-faced. I’m talkin, it’s no wonder this guy was kickin them out of the bar, basically; and the one was shittier than the other.

So we’re goin down the road, and the one in the middle back seat starts just asking me all these weird questions like “How do you know the people you pick up aren’t some kinda *weirdo* crazies or something??” And I’m thinkin: “uhhhh… WuT?!” But tryna play it off, you know, by this point I’m driving, going 60 down the freeway, and I just kind of mumble some kind of non-committal answer – but she’s gettin all aggressive like for some reason.

Her friend’s trying to calm her down, while the first one straight-up says something to the effect: “What would you do if someone just *attacked* you while you were driving…?!”

Mind you, at this point, she had also been making numerous physical movements which to me appeared to be either her “mimicing”, or actually *going* for some kind of weapon of some kind or another, like reaching down under her shirt/ belt region and shit. When out of the blue she shouts “What if I just STABBED YOU IN THE NECK RIGHT NOW!!!”

Which is at what point I was like “Whoa!! – That’s it!!”

Her friend by this time was “trying” to half-ass control her wild friend, but again, she was fucked up herself. So I pulled over at the first exit I could see, my heart beating about out of my damn chest, thinking I’m about to get freakin Stabbed in the neck at any moment. Luckily there was a Chevron gas station right there, I Skkrrrrt!!! Stopped and said “This ride ends now!!!!!”

As humorous as it may sound, they actually looked at me dumbfounded, like, “are you really kicking us out?” I said I was serious, ya’ll gotta go. The other woman actually seemed to have sobered up a bit once we pulled over and realized I wasn’t playin around. Her friend looked at me pissed for a second and then was just like “Okay.”

They got out, and I drove off, heart beating fast as fuck..

That shit scared the goddam piss outta me.

I didn’t drive on the clock again for weeks…

Anyway, usually alcohol has something to do with the worst stuff, I’d imagine. Now I try to drive earlier in the day so I don’t have to deal with that.