The Creepy AF Uber Driver | Part 2

If you haven’t read my blog, The Creepy AF Cab Driver, please do so. You’ll see that I had a rather weird experience. This time however, I was with my best friend and we were in Chicago and we ordered an uber. I am now about to tell you, this faithful story.

We had made our way to a café that was a decent 30 minutes drive away. Upon finishing our brunch our plan was to head back towards the city, and to more specifically, the Field Museum. She ordered the Uber and it arrived almost immediately. I guess it was his lucky day as he was dropping off a group of ladies at the same café and when we’d sent the uber request he quickly matched with us as his destination and our pick-up point was the same.

We get into his car and he asks who requested the uber. I’m not going to mention any names in this blog. He knew the name of who had ordered the uber but asked which one of us was that person. She replied it was her. He continued on to say it’s a really pretty name and kept repeating her name. And he didn’t say it’s a really pretty name, in a nice manner. There was a weird underlying subtlety in what he was saying.

He then proceeds to interrupt our conversation and ask her where is she from, how long has she been in the US etc. Whilst I felt utterly uncomfortable as he was asking a bit too much, she didn’t really know what to do and answered his questions but kept it short and curt in the hopes that he’d stop. He did. We continued chatting. We suddenly stopped to fill up gas. He gets back in the car and begins with his series of questions. This time they were, is she your sister. What do you do, etc. Again, my friend and I gave each other weird looks as we genuinely didn’t know what to do.

After, what seemed like an eternity, our destination came and we quickly got off. I happened to turn around and see what he was doing, only to notice that he was giving her creepy looks and I mentioned it to her. As soon as I said so, she turned to look at him and he gave a rather creepy wave. Continuing on, he made his way out of the little cul-de-sac very slowly.

Don’t worry, I mentioned to my friend that I’d be blogging about this. But tell me this, have you been in similar situations? How do you dial down the conversation? How do you tell them hey look, thank you for taking us to our destination, but we’d really appreciate some privacy?

Needless to say he didn’t get 5 stars. Do you have any horror uber stories? Do tell!

Until next time,

MiliG