Last night, while driving for Uber, I got a call to pick up a woman from over by the fair. About 30 seconds after accepting the ride, the rider sent me a message via the app.
‘When you get here, can you pretend to be my boyfriend?’
I didn’t know to what capacity she meant, so I asked, ’What do you mean?’. She then said, ‘I just need you to act like you know me, and that you’re not my Uber driver’.
Before I got to the pickup, I took my Uber and Lyft stickers out of my window. Although I didn’t feel comfortable removing my wedding ring, I made a mental note to keep it out of eyesight. When I got there, I had my window rolled down. A man and a woman were in the front yard, talking. The woman was my fare and she set the scene immediately.
She looked over and yelled, ‘Hi, Babe! I’ll be right there!’