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Diary of an Uber Driver: Subject Matter

I don’t want to do it tonight but they are already coming. I can see them standing at the front door, saying goodbye to each other for the hundredth time since I arrived. I can hear the vodka in their laughter. Loud, unrestrained, obnoxious. It’s Sunday night at 6pm in a quiet residential street. Families are sitting down for dinner, or so they used to, and these lunatics are cackling into the calm nights sky like it’s some sick competition of who can be the most annoying. “Please be a short trip,” I prayed silently as I watched two men in their thirties fumble over the locked gate at the front of the house. After a full minute of failed attempts, the owner of the house, an older woman in a black dress, strolled to the gate, lifted the latch, and freed the chimpanzees from their enclosure. Another goodbye. I could feel the wet slobbering kisses from across the street. Trained Alsatians walking on their hind legs. They staggered, leaned and lurched toward my car like stilt performers on a cruise ship in a storm. Not a single leaf rustled on the trees in the park beside me, yet it looked as though my soon to be passengers were walking head on into a hurricane. Could I ask them to ride in the boot of my car? Would that be rude?

They piled onto my backseat, all spaghetti limbed and jelly tongued:

“Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy! To the Berrrrrrroooo! Time for a few fuckkknnnn Marg—ar–itas!” slurred the first of my passengers, letting out a half hiccup half burp midway through “Margaritas.” He was tall, about 6ft 2”, wearing a tight white shirt and blue jeans. He had two distinct features. One, his head was completely shaved around the sides. On top he had a tuft of wavy, strawberry blonde hair. He was a cross between Macklemore, the top of a carrot and Bert from Sesame Street. Two, his voice was insufferable. Nasally, whiny and squeaky all in one. Fran Drescher meets Bobcat from Police Academy. A set of bagpipes thrown into a wood chipper. I winced at his every word, “Do you even know what the Berro is darl?” he asked in that voice of his. “Uh dahhhh The Beresford! Where else on a Sunday? Right? Am I right?!!” He asked, I’m assuming, rhetorically. “Who the fuck would willingly hang out with this guy?” I wondered, my face strained in disgust like the time I stepped on a slug barefoot. He could be used to torture information from terrorism suspects at Guantanamo. Forget waterboarding, five minutes with this guy and you’d have all you need.

My second passenger plonked down beside him. He couldn’t have been more different. About 5ft 8” with thick, brown, curly hair and perfectly straight white teeth. He greeted me politely, “Hey mate, how has your night been? Just off to the Beresford please. I think I’ve already entered the address into the app,” He said with a refreshingly normal voice. “I apologise in advance for Steve, he got a bit carried away at the BBQ. Didn’t you mate?” he said lightheartedly, giving Steve a friendly tap on the arm.

“Ohhhh fuck off Phil you bitch! Don’t you go fucking apologising for my behaviour,” whined Steve, slapping away Phil’s hand aggressively. “You just think you’re amazing with your beautiful curly hair don’t you sweetness! The hair that could start world peace! Am I right hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“I’ll tell you what, Mr Uber isn’t too bad himself are you darl?” said Steve, as he leant forward to stroke the side of my left shoulder. “Very nice, very nice indeed,” he whispered, his stale, warm, white wine breath blanketing my neck. I cringed. I’m straight and I fucking hate Chardonnay.

“You can’t stroke strangers Steve you freak,” Phil decried in my defence.

“But he’s just such lovely subject matter! SUBJECT MATTTERRRRR!” yelled Steve with his best Pavarotti impersonation.

I glanced to my iPhone and saw I only had three minutes left of this nonsense. Steve continued his ramblings about Phil’s wondrous curly hair. “It’s like a magical world of a million brown slinkies! hahahahahaha!” he announced, laughing uncontrollably at his own joke.

“Alright guys, we’re here!” I said, pulling over to the curb out the front of The Beresford.

“Thanks mate!” said Phil. “Sorry about him!”

“Why yes! Thank you Mr. yummy subject matter!” said Steve, flinging my door wide open.

SMASH!

My door collected the tray of a passing ute. “For fucks sake!” I said through gritted teeth before jumping out of my car to inspect the damage.

“OMG did I just hit that car?” Steve squealed disingenuously.

It was an absolute miracle. The ute had taken the most miniscule chip from the edge of my back door. The missing piece was about the size of a peanut.

“Hang on! You’re not even a real taxi driver are you?” said Steve like the massive fuckwit that he is.

“I’ll cut you a deal,” he said opening his wallet. “$5 or a blowjob hahahaha?”

I slammed my door, turned away sharply and drove off. I was incensed. Infuriated. Ropeable. For a moment I desperately wished I was the type of guy who would have grabbed Steve by his collar and thrown him into the gutter. I wanted to scare him. To make him think twice about treating other people like they’re nothing.  But I’m not that guy, so I kept driving; short, sharp breaths, steering wheel gripped tightly. I curse him with the worst Monday morning work hangover in history. A vomit in the work toilets before 10am type of hangover. A day where your eyes are so dry you consider taking them out for a rinse and the clock ticks slowly, so slowly. Fuck you Steve.

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14 Comments on Diary of an Uber Driver: Subject Matter

  1. Nothing like checking my email to see [New post] Diary of an Uber Driver, you don’t disappoint and I love it!

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  2. Good gratuitous, Steve sounds like a total fairy – he needs a good knobbing by 2 nigerians that don’t take no for an answer…but enough of that, just wanted to drop you a hotline bling if ever in need of a passenger to accompany you on your journeys.

    Bruno xx
    0420992317

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  3. Peter Schwarz // November 25, 2015 at 5:25 am // Reply

    hi mr Uber driver seems to me judging from your article you are slowly starting to think like a old experienced taxi driver, your humor and descriptions are getting better and more serious than at the beginning of your articles. that was what i was trying to tell you a while ago. i hope that is all the damage you ever get in you cab……best wishes and merry xmas….from an old cabbie…keep up the stories good and bad…and keep smiling. peter

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  4. This was made me giggle so much!! Loved it!

    From the kiwis you picked up I’m camperdown 👍

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  5. Great work. Cathartic. FUCK YOU TOO STEVE! YOU FUCK!

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  6. I love to read ,and Mr Uber I can tell you the way you write your stories ,you engage the reader from the very first sentence . Your style of writing is very unique and extremely entertaining.
    May I suggest you approach a publisher with a view to you maybe writing a book containing all your Uber stories. It would I think be a best seller.

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  7. Just about to start uber driving in Perth, this is part of my research! I am sure I will meet people at least half as colourful as you do. I just read back to the start and I am curious about male escort stories. I think I enjoy being terrified / grossed out too much.

    May your driving adventures be fortuitous and safe 🙂

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  8. interesting diary you have, the stories you write sound from an experience non-taxi driver. I hope the damages to your car isn’t too extensive 😦

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  9. Hi mate (if I can call you that)! Just found your blog. Great stuff! And I like the audio version! I’m an Uber driver in Portland, Oregon USA. Been doing it for about 6 months off and on. I wrote a book about it – similar to you. Title: “Driving Strangers: Diary of an Uber Driver”. It’s on Amazon. It also has some cool art portraits from a weirdly talented local artist friend – her images fit my little stories. Keep it up down under!

    Tom Vandel

    http://www.amazon.com/Driving-Strangers-Diary-Uber-Driver/dp/1517530253/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1444167994&sr=1-1&keywords=Driving+Strangers+Diary+of+an+Uber+Driver

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