30 Uber Drivers Talk About Their Weirdest, Creepiest Passengers 

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3. I drove a cab in the ghetto in the 90s. This stuff doesn’t even rate on a week to week basis.

I had a guy get in my cab once with a large woman’s purse full of crack cocaine. I don’t mean he had a lot of crack, I mean he had 1 gallon ziplock bag full of crack stuffed into a giant women’s handbag. Big spender though, he tipped me in powder cocaine. Do you think I told the police? Hell no because in the 90s in the ghetto that’s how people got murdered.

I had a stripper get into a fight with a prostitute/drug dealer over drug money that the stripper had hidden in her vagina.

I had a passenger that decided my car would look better without its rear windows so he laid down in the back seat and started kicking them out. I had to call the dispatcher on a CB to call the cops because I didn’t have a cell phone and then he attacked me. I had to take off my seatbelt, crawl out of the passenger door to get away from him at which point he climbed over the seat and proceeded to try to hotwire my cab (read: mangle the wiring to the lights and dash controls) until the cops arrived and maced him through the busted out back window. He screamed bloody murder like he was on fire and pissed himself and my drivers’ seat.

I had a drunk try to rob me with a knife for the money his friend, who was in the car, just paid me for the fare. The friend gets upset at knife wielding guy, apologizes and tells me not to mind him because he’s just crazy. The friend manages to talk the guy into getting out of the cab and then begs me not to call the police on them because he can’t afford to go back to jail.

And that’s not even what made me decide to quit. That one was the time a pregnant hooker got in the car, told me she had HIV and that she needed to get away from where she was but had nowhere to go. (not necessarily in that order) I drove to a donut shop, went inside and got a phonebook and called every church listed in the phone book and not a single one of them would do anything for her. That’s the only thing I could think of doing. I quit because I couldn’t handle seeing so much misery every day and really nobody seemed to be doing a damn thing about it.