Always get the money up front…
My column this week is about deserting a regular fare for a meter-and-a-half ride that goes horribly wrong. I guess you can say I got my just deserts.
“Alright,” the guy says, getting out of the cab. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Wait a second!”
The woman gets out of the cab slowly. I watch as she teeters on the high heels and careens toward a parked car, bounces off the trunk and falls to the ground. Just as quickly, though, she’s back on her feet.
“Who’s going to pay me?” I demand.
She wrinkles her face and stumbles away.
I get out of the cab and follow her to the door of her apartment. As she goes in, the guy emerges with a bunch of stuff that he loads into the back of a Corolla. On the windshield, there’s an Uber placard.
“I really need to get paid,” I tell him, feeling like the paperboy from the movie “Better off Dead.”
“I told you, I’m not paying. She’s a whore. Get her to pay.”
“Come on, man. I don’t want to get into the middle of this …”
“Be a man! Go get your money!” He drives away.
I knock on the door. No answer. I knock again.
I return to my cab and Google the Pleasanton Police Department. An operator picks up on the second ring.
“I don’t know if this is something you can help me with …”
Read the rest of the column here.
[photo by Trevor Johnson]