Uber Alles:

The tales of the Geneva Shore Report Uber driver.

I was called by the manager of Sugar Shack. He said he had a few special friends who needed a ride. No other cabs or Uber were in the area at 2:30 a.m. so I headed to the location for the pick-up. I pulled up in the parking lot and saw four drunken guys, a few of the dancers, and others outside the Shack and waiting for a ride. I got out and went inside to ask the manager who I was supposed to be picking up.  The manager directed four guys to my ride. They all jumped in and gave me directions to a Twin Lakes area B and B where they were staying.

As we left, the talk started in about who had what, and what money they had among them. They scraped together forty bucks, which was enough for the ride, but not enough for a tip. I left them there, wondering about the wisdom of picking people up in the middle of the night at Sugar Shack. I went out to my car the next day, after catching some sleep. A cell phone was ringing in the back seat. It wasn’t mine but I answered. It was one of the guys from Sugar Shack. He said he’d drive up later in the day and get the phone if I would hold it. I agreed. He came. I gave him the phone, expecting a big tip. Nothing. He drove off, but then called a half an hour later. He said he was missing a roll of cash. He thought it might be with the phone. I told him it wasn’t, that there was nothing in the back seat. He hung up. I quickly pulled my car to the side of the road and tore through the back seat. I drove away much more in control of myself.

At times this Uber thing can be so damned rewarding.