Hey Y’all,
Sorry for the delay in stories of my antics and being an Uber driver. I will tell you I’ve driven my last Uber as it seems too many guys and taxi drivers have easily figured out who I am. Here’s what took place right before Christmas that I’m finally able to settle down and tell.
It was about a week before Christmas and I was waiting at the Citgo across from the Asheville airport for a possible rider. I was hungry and often eat a 1/4 chicken plate at the Circle B Ranch Bar B-Q next door. I should have known better than to go in as lately the taxi drivers have started to give me a hard time by yelling at me when they see my mini-van pull through the airport.
"Ho-lee shi-yat…The Uber Slut" the redneck taxi driver at the first table mutters. His head is down but his eyes are up, eyeballing me. I give him a polite head-nod but don't acknowledge his comment.