The night this happened, my brother had spent an evening with friends bar-hopping and enjoying the nightlife downtown.
At about 1 a.m. he set up an Uber ride and waited for a blue Subaru to arrive and safely shuttle him home.
When a Subaru pulled up in front of the bar that matched what Uber said would arrive, he opened the rear door of the car and sat down with a loud exhale followed by a, “Whew… what a night. How are you doing?”
There was no response.
He looked toward the driver’s seat and saw a terrified young woman gripping her steering wheel.
“You’re not my Uber, are you?”
The woman shook her head. My brother apologized and quickly exited her car.
It’s a funny story but illustrates the potential danger that drivers and passengers both face.