Last Sunday afternoon, while sitting at home, I received a ride request from a male, a few miles from me, through the Uber app. I threw on some shoes and went to pick him up.
As I arrived at the pick up location, I noticed it was a couple blocks from my son's school. I pulled into the drive and notified the rider I was there and ready. I watched and waited for someone to come out of the house, but was startled when someone opened the backseat door. It was a young man and a female, both in their 20's. I had no idea where they appeared from, but it wasn't from the address entered as the pickup destination. The young lady told the man to get in the back, and she would get in the front.
The guy seemed nice and was chatty. The woman however, was under the influence of something. I quickly realized that "something" was much more than weed or alcohol. Normally once I pick folks up, they have their drop off point entered in, but these two did not. The woman mumbled to me that I needed to go towards "65 & Sunshine", so off we went.
As the young man tried to converse with me about sports and the weather, the girl began moaning as she sunk deeper and deeper into the front seat. Ten minutes into the drive and this chic is laying on her back with her legs flailing through the air, as she "rides the magic dragon". I'm trying not to look in her direction as I talk to the kid in the back. I know, he knows, that I know, this girl is suffering from hypercrackemia. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her spanking her own ass, then "BANG", her left foot crashed into my rear view mirror. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry", she says. The young man yells out, "Hey now!" She tried to corral her legs which were clearly spasmodic from all the "Rock climbing". It wasn't more than a few minutes later, and "BOOM!!!", this "Compton Donkey", kicked my radio. I saw something fly off, but was trying to concentrate on driving more than what damage "Captain Crack" may have caused.
As we approached the area they had directed me to, "Crack bunny" said, "this is fine". I pulled over, as "Charlie Sheen" hopped out and started walking down the street. The young man, asked me to drop him off at a gas station down the road, which I did. He was apologizing the rest of the way, explaining that he didn't really know the girl that well, and that she had "issues".
Once I ditched the two of them, I realized one of the knobs had broken off the stereo. I couldn't find it anywhere. I sent in a report to Uber with photos. They responded by asking me to get an estimate for repairs. I took it to Creative Car Audio to see if they could help. They wrote up an estimate for a new stereo & installation, which I forwarded on to Uber. Two days later, I received $140 for the broken knob, Raspberry, the Rockette had kicked off.
I feel a bit sorry for the young man who had to cough up the $140, but hopefully that will be a great lesson for him. Stay away from the buzzed bunnies