By Sean Daly
You drive for Uber. Until something better comes along.
A pretty couple gets in. Wobbly and loud.
“Pull over please. Now.” But it’s too late. The lady pukes all over the back seat.
The man looks distraught. Then he laughs. “I told you to pull over,” he says.
You keep driving. He says the address again. Cold air mixed with vomit.
“Stop here.” This time the door flies open and she spews outside. He’s seething.
An extra twenty for your troubles. You look in the rear view mirror, but turn away.
You just drive for Uber. Until something better comes along.
Great snapshot, Sean. Like what you did with the first and last lines.
Thanks Gary.
Now I know why I never took up cab driving as a job! Good story, Sean.
Thanks Bobby
Good snapshot in 101 words.
Thanks!
Nice slice of life piece! Thanks for sharing it with us.
Thanks Wethworld
Great story, very well crafted.
Thanks Dante
I really enjoyed it, accept for the smell.
Another poem. Another universal truth – a metaphor for shared experience- bravo!