Like most jobs, I fell into this job accidentally. I lost my full time job back in 2009, during the financial crisis. Like many other Americans, I was living the dream, thinking that real estate would always be there for me. But I was greedy, borrowed too much. And as you probably already figured out, it all came tumbling down when the dust settled. So my house was just being foreclosed on, I had just lost my job, and just started working as a driver for my friend’s car service. It wasn’t glamorous by any means, but hey it was a job and I was able to support myself.
When Uber’s popularity exploded, I became an Uber driver early on. It was fortunate for me, as Uber basically killed my friend’s business. Anyways, I’ve been Ubering for some time now, and one night I pick up this passenger. Young, smoking hot blonde, dressed to kill. I’m professional and polite of course, but she was drop dead gorgeous. As an Uber driver, I’ll play it by ear. Some passengers want to chat, some want the music on. Whatever they want really, I’m really an easy going guy. Anyways, the blonde is a chatty mood, and we’re shooting the shit, in typical Los Angeles traffic. We chat about whatever, music, concerts, what she does for a living. She’s a model, and she needs to get to a shoot. Odd… it’s Monday evening, and I’m dropping her off at a hotel. Whatever, I didn’t really care, we’re just chatting. Anyways, I do my thing, take some shortcuts, and finally get to the hotel. We say our goodbyes, and off she went. Read more »