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Who was your most memorable rider?

R3drang3r

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Mine was a young lady named Holly. When I first saw her she was very challenged to walk. She had a cane in one hand that she put a lot of weight on. She had a brace on one leg from the knee down. At first glance I thought it was a prosthetic leg. Her right arm which hung down appeared to be paralyzed.

When she reached my car door as she struggled to get in I heard her cane hit the outside of my door. I wasn't too happy about that. She got in and told me her name and I started the trip.
She was a young lady I would say to be in her 30s. We started to have a conversation. At one point which turned to her leg and I asked her what happened.

I wasn't expecting the answer that I got. Her injuries were the result of a single bullet entering the back of her head and lodging in the front of her skull between her eyes. To my amazement she showed me the actual X-ray on her phone. You could clearly see the bullet in her skull.

It turns out that Holly received the injury while serving our country in the Navy. She was a combat medic deployed with the Marines in Iraq. She was bent over attending a wounded Marine when a sniper bullet hit her at the base of her skull in the back. It was days before the surgeons attempted to remove the bullet.
She spent a long time recovering. She's now legally blind. Her vision is very limited. Her right arm and right leg we're partially paralyzed. Unfortunately for her this is the best it will ever be.

She was on her way to do volunteer work. Fully retired from the Navy on a disability at this point in her life.
She wasn't bitter but rather a very pleasant person. Quite positive in her attitude and very optimistic. When you meet somebody like that it makes your problems seem very small in comparison.
I thanked her for her service to her country. Pulled up to her destination and watched her struggle as she exited the car. To my amazement 10 minutes later I received a tip in app for $10.

This past Sunday morning I picked up two women who we're going to the airport. It was obvious to me they were both in the military. I started to have a conversation with them about their service in the army. They had both been in Iraq. I told them the story about Holly. To my amazement they both knew exactly who I was talking about. They had heard the story about her in Iraq. They just never knew the outcome. We all commented what a small world it is.
 

tohunt4me

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Mine was a young lady named Holly. When I first saw her she was very challenged to walk. She had a cane in one hand that she put a lot of weight on. She had a brace on one leg from the knee down. At first glance I thought it was a prosthetic leg. Her right arm which hung down appeared to be paralyzed.
When she reached my car door as she struggled to get in I heard her cane hit the outside of my door. I wasn't too happy about that. She got in and told me her name and I started the trip.
She was a young lady I would say to be in her 30s. We started to have a conversation. At one point which turned to her leg and I asked her what happened.
I wasn't expecting the answer that I got. Her injuries were the result of a single bullet entering the back of her head and lodging in the front of her skull between her eyes. To my amazement she showed me the actual X-ray on her phone. You could clearly see the bullet in her skull.
It turns out that Holly received the injury while serving our country in the Navy. She was a combat medic deployed with the Marines in Iraq. She was bent over attending a wounded Marine when a sniper bullet hit her at the base of her skull in the back. It was days before the surgeons attempted to remove the bullet.
She spent a long time recovering. She's now legally blind. Her vision is very limited. Her right arm and right leg we're partially paralyzed. Unfortunately for her this is the best it will ever be.
She was on her way to do volunteer work. Fully retired from the Navy on a disability at this point in her life.
She wasn't bitter but rather a very pleasant person. Quite positive in her attitude and very optimistic. When you meet somebody like that it makes your problems seem very small in comparison.
I thanked her for her service to her country. Pulled up to her destination and watched her struggle as she exited the car. To my amazement 10 minutes later I received a tip in app for $10.
This past Sunday morning I picked up two women who we're going to the airport. It was obvious to me they were both in the military. I started to have a conversation with them about their service in the army. They had both been in Iraq. I told them the story about Holly. To my amazement they both knew exactly who I was talking about. They had heard the story about her in Iraq. They just never knew the outcome. We all commented what a small world it is.
Theres been a few !
1.)the 6 foot guy in the dress arguing with the sailor over where he put the Family Jewels
?( he could Run in high heels on New Orleans potholes! Left cell phone in car. Caught up with me !)
2.) The woman i picked up at bar at 7 am
Who showed me the Racoon bites all over her body from rescuing her dog in a fight.( i should have such a woman !)
3.) The gay guy who gave me a hug at the end of the ride.( it didnt Feel like a gay hug. Just a hug)
4.) The poor hapless women from Iowa who were trapped with me for hours in middle of a Big Chief Dance off of the Mardi Gras Indians. They got out in broad daylight to pee behind a van in a strangers front yard.( thanks uber Nav.) I got a tip and 5 stars.
Made uber refund them and cursed support over nav.
5.)the woman wearing Nothing but a body length diagonal blue ribbon from Larry Flints Hustler Club Amateur Night on Bourbon street.
She sat in front seat while her male escort sat in back seat.so many.
So many memorable riders.

New Orleans IS NOT " Normal" !
 

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Ignatz

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Passenger who said
⚠ “only a Fool or Complete Loser would Destroy their car for pennies”
I immediately started online courses in IT and secured gainful employment.

I visit here because it’s like a slow motion train wreck...
U got to stop to see the dead bodies, mayhem and disorganization
and blame game
  • It’s Uber’s Fault ! 🤬
  • Its Lyft’s Fault ! 🤬
  • It’s the passenger’s Fault ! 🤬

Problem ain’t them ⬆
Problem is the drivers 🤪
 
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Mkang14

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I drove a lady and her daughter to walmart. She was telling me how much easier uber has made her life. Before uber, taxi was too expensive and she use to walk everywhere. Even 1.5 miles to the hospital. This really broke my heart. Some people have it so hard.

I picked up 3 military men from the base in svl/palo alto. They towered over me so I felt intimidated at first. I ran back to open the trunk and put their luggage in (for which I looked silly). They were such gentlemen and wouldnt allow it. They were so respectful, called me mam 🤗. It just gave me such warm calm feeling.

Theres been so many...
 

VanGuy

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Mine was the guy who
asked me if I wanted him to drive,
asked me if I wanted to put my hand
in his mouth (seated next to girlfriend)
and then announced they were doing dabs back there and asked me if I wanted one...
I offered to drive once for a cabbie before the days of Uber. Was taking a cab to the airport after a huge snowfall. The driver just got here and had never seen snow before. It was an interesting ride.
 

R3drang3r

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I offered to drive once for a cabbie before the days of Uber. Was taking a cab to the airport after a huge snowfall. The driver just got here and had never seen snow before. It was an interesting ride.
That's unusual, Did he give you a freebie for the driving lesson?
 

R3drang3r

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I just did a search to see if I can find a story on this incredible young lady. Sure enough I found it. Here's her story.



Holly Crabtree is shown in Iraq just before the mission in which a sniper shot her in the head. Holly Crabtree Collection
Sequim veteran, nearly killed in Iraq, works against the odds and toward a college degree [Gallery]
Four years after being shot in the head while serving with the Navy in Iraq, a Port Angeles High School graduate isn’t going to let a sniper’s bullet stop her from achieving her goals.

Retired Navy Chief Petty Officer Holly Crabtree, 34, now lives in Sequim with her uncle, Chuck Engel, and is a single mother to her daughter, Leah Crabtree, 9.

But in the spring of 2010, Crabtree had plans for a full Navy career and was assigned to a combined special operations forces unit as a Navy corpsman and Arabic translator in Iraq when she was targeted by a sniper.


Crabtree was shot in the head during a joint Navy SEAL/Army Special Forces operation in Iraq, a nearly fatal wound that earned her the Purple Heart.

“I don’t regret anything that happened. I love the Navy. I love my job,” she said.

Crabtree was awarded the Navy and Marine Corps Commendation Medal four times during her 14 years in the Navy.

Today, Crabtree walks with a cane, is legally blind and has difficulty with her memory.

She retired from the Navy to Sequim in 2012, but she’s certainly not taking it easy as she continues to pursue her goals.


Crabtree takes online classes through Trident University International as she works toward a bachelor’s degree in environmental health that she expects to receive in 2016.

She eventually wants to earn a master’s degree that would allow her to work with injured veterans.

“I’d like to work for the Veterans Administration in Seattle or Oregon,” she said.

Crabtree achieved much during her career in the military and even more in recovering from her injuries.

But she said that if people meet her and know her story, she asks that they don’t thank her for her service.

“This is our job,” she said, and added that she is not comfortable with being thanked for 14 years of doing exactly what she wanted to do.

Her brother, Jason Engel, lives in Port Angeles, and her sister, Sgt. First Class Sarah Whatley, is serving with the Army in air traffic control at Fort Hood, Texas.

Crabtree enlisted in the Navy in 1997 as a junior at Port Angeles High School and participated in the Delayed Entry Program until her graduation in 1998.

The Navy trained Crabtree as a hospital corpsman — a job that can range from serving as a pharmacy technician to entering the field of combat serving as combat medical support for the Marine Corps, SEALs or Army Special Forces.


She earned the title of “independent duty corpsman” — the highest level of enlisted medical certification in the Navy.

These are typically assigned to the Marine Corps or ships or submarines that are too small to have their own doctor.

Once she completed that schooling, Crabtree was assigned to the Expeditionary Warfare School, which trains corpsmen and other specialists to work with special operations forces teams, and she earned a Navy Expeditionary Warfare qualification.

She also learned Arabic and was assigned to a mixed Army and Navy special operations forces unit in Iraq.

Although women were technically not assigned to combat units — and no woman has ever qualified for the Navy’s elite special operations unit — women are often attached to such units as “individual augmentees” to provide medical and other support services to soldiers and sailors and to be able to interact with Muslim women.

In addition to her duties in caring for the members of her unit, Crabtree was assigned a female partner from an Army psychological operations unit, and the two were sent to villages to trade medical treatment for information about enemy activity in the area.

“When we walked into a village, they would know I was medical because I had the big pack,” she said.

It was during one such trip, on April 15, 2010 near Ramadi in Iraq’s Anbar Province, that Crabtree was struck in the head by a sniper’s bullet, which she said hit her in the rear, left side of her head and came to rest behind her left eye.

She said she remembers being hit and her team taking care of her.

“I remember waking up in the Humvee,” she said.

When she reached the field hospital, her case was classified as “Hope Trauma,” which means there is little hope for recovery.

She went through a six-hour surgery at the field hospital, which she wasn’t expected to survive.

Against the odds, she survived and was stabilized and evacuated from Iraq to Bethesda Naval Hospital in Maryland.

After about three months, Crabtree became fully aware of her surroundings and began recovering from the devastating injury.

In 2011, she was transferred back to her unit’s home base at MacDill Air Force Base in Florida for physical rehabilitation and discharge from the Navy.

The Navy told Crabtree that she would be given a medical retirement.

“I wanted to stay. They told me I would retire as a first class [petty officer],” Crabtree said.

She had relearned how to walk with the assistance of a cane, but her right arm and vision have not recovered to the same degree.

“It cut my vision in half,” she said.

The likelihood of returning to a level of health that would allow her to resume duty as a corpsman was less than what the Navy required, but Crabtree said she was not ready to give up on the Navy.



While waiting for her retirement paperwork to be completed, Crabtree, then a first class petty officer, she said she discovered that she was eligible to take the Navy’s exam for promotion to chief petty officer.

Since her eyesight had not returned enough to read, the Navy allowed a chief who had already passed his exam to read it to her.

She passed the exam and was promoted to chief hospital corpsman in 2011.

In 2012, with her daughter, she was flown to Naval Hospital Bremerton, where she was retired with honors in a large ceremony attended by Medal of Honor recipient Master Sgt. Leroy Petry, whom Crabtree described as “a close friend.”

Petry, who works with injured veterans in the Tacoma area, has been an inspiration to her, Crabtree said.

“I want to do what he does,” she said.
 

UberBastid

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I was driving a cab in San Francisco in the late 70's, early 80's.
I drove Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun from 6pm to 6am.

This was Friday morning at about 3am.
I picked up a flag in the Loin.
Hispanic male about my age (25ish).
He got in, I asked where we going ... he showed me a .38 snub and said, "Just drive."
@@@@.
I drove. Told him I had the till in my shirt pocket. He said to just drive and gave me directions that was taking me down to the piers. Not good.
Its funny how time slows to a crawl.
I'm thinking how the hell I'm going to get out of this. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I'm thinking "Ya know, I am out here busting my ass to make a living and this mug is going to ... what ... KILL me for a few bucks? Screw that."
I came to the conclusion that he was going to shoot me, and that I was not going to go like that. I was pissed. Really enraged ... quietly. Time slowed some more.
We drove. I offered money again, and was told to shut up.

I don't know when I decided or if I ever did ... but when the spot was right I sped up to about 40 mph. Then 45 mph. I was hoping to attract attention of a cop. He told me to slow down.
At almost the same moment that he said 'slow down', I jerked the wheel to the left and took a telephone pole right in middle of the car.
He was not wearing a seat belt ... yup, he ended up on the hood of the car.

I woke up in ER.
Cop about an inch from my broken nose yelling questions (who's gun? did you crash on purpose? do you know the guy? why didn't you radio in that you had a fare?) - the nurse yelling at him to back off. I tried to answer a couple of questions but I was so swollen he couldn't understand me (prolly just as well).

Bad guy was hurt pretty bad, ended up paralyzed chest down.
There was a bullet hole in the door about two inches in front of where my chest was.
I had fractured ribs, facial bones (I was wearing a lap belt.)

DA considered charging me ... but never even considered prosecuting him. He shot at ME ... LoL.
Oh well, maybe the figured his career was over anyway ... but, why charge me?

Oh, and ... no tip.
 

mikes424

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I have two.
First was a lady I picked up on the south side of Chicago taking her downtown. Turns out she was a professional Chicago historian. She lectured me on the sights and history of them during the ride. Sorry the ride ended so soon.

The other was also a professional, but a different profession. Picked her up at a hotel and took her home. She was gorgeous and was wearing a tight fitting black spandex jump suit. Could actually hear some chains rattling in her suitcase.
 

R3drang3r

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I was driving a cab in San Francisco in the late 70's, early 80's.
I drove Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun from 6pm to 6am.

This was Friday morning at about 3am.
I picked up a flag in the Loin.
Hispanic male about my age (25ish).
He got in, I asked where we going ... he showed me a .38 snub and said, "Just drive."
@@@@.
I drove. Told him I had the till in my shirt pocket. He said to just drive and gave me directions that was taking me down to the piers. Not good.
Its funny how time slows to a crawl.
I'm thinking how the hell I'm going to get out of this. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I'm thinking "Ya know, I am out here busting my ass to make a living and this mug is going to ... what ... KILL me for a few bucks? Screw that."
I came to the conclusion that he was going to shoot me, and that I was not going to go like that. I was pissed. Really enraged ... quietly. Time slowed some more.
We drove. I offered money again, and was told to shut up.

I don't know when I decided or if I ever did ... but when the spot was right I sped up to about 40 mph. Then 45 mph. I was hoping to attract attention of a cop. He told me to slow down.
At almost the same moment that he said 'slow down', I jerked the wheel to the left and took a telephone pole right in middle of the car.
He was not wearing a seat belt ... yup, he ended up on the hood of the car.

I woke up in ER.
Cop about an inch from my broken nose yelling questions (who's gun? did you crash on purpose? do you know the guy? why didn't you radio in that you had a fare?) - the nurse yelling at him to back off. I tried to answer a couple of questions but I was so swollen he couldn't understand me (prolly just as well).

Bad guy was hurt pretty bad, ended up paralyzed chest down.
There was a bullet hole in the door about two inches in front of where my chest was.
I had fractured ribs, facial bones (I was wearing a lap belt.)

DA considered charging me ... but never even considered prosecuting him. He shot at ME ... LoL.
Oh well, maybe the figured his career was over anyway ... but, why charge me?

Oh, and ... no tip.
Wow that's incredible. Do you still have nightmares about it?

what was the DA going to charge you for? that's totally crazy.
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I have two.
First was a lady I picked up on the south side of Chicago taking her downtown. Turns out she was a professional Chicago historian. She lectured me on the sights and history of them during the ride. Sorry the ride ended so soon.

The other was also a professional, but a different profession. Picked her up at a hotel and took her home. She was gorgeous and was wearing a tight fitting black spandex jump suit. Could actually hear some chains rattling in her suitcase.
You might want to clarify as to whose home you took her to.😅
 

UberBastid

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Wow that's incredible. Do you still have nightmares about it?

what was the DA going to charge you for? that's totally crazy.
Naw, no nightmares. I got over it.
People have to realize that we come close to death EVERY DAY, and rarely know about it. Life is fragile, and temporary. Get used to that and life gets better.

He was thinking of charging me with felony assault with a deadly weapon.
I supposedly used excess force to defend myself.
I just stuck to "It was an accident. I wasn't defending myself, I had an accident."
 

R3drang3r

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Naw, no nightmares. I got over it.
People have to realize that we come close to death EVERY DAY, and rarely know about it. Life is fragile, and temporary. Get used to that and life gets better.

He was thinking of charging me with felony assault with a deadly weapon.
I supposedly used excess force to defend myself.
I just stuck to "It was an accident. I wasn't defending myself, I had an accident."
With a loaded gun pointed at you you were fully Justified to use deadly force.

"A civilian's use of deadly force is generally justified if he or she reasonably believe that he or she is or other innocent lives are in imminent danger of death or serious injury".
 

R3drang3r

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3.) The gay guy who gave me a hug at the end of the ride.( it didnt Feel like a gay hug. Just a hug)
I picked up a gay guy at the airport one night. He cried a good portion of the ride home telling me his sad story. I really felt Terrible for him.
so at the end of the ride I got out of the car and said to him, " do you know what you really need"? He started to answer and then I said, "a hug".
Like you said it was just a hug, a well needed hug.
 

UberBastid

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With a loaded gun pointed at you you were fully Justified to use deadly force.

"A civilian's use of deadly force is generally justified if he or she reasonably believe that he or she is or other innocent lives are in imminent danger of death or serious injury".
NOT in San Francisco, even back then.
He was a poor minority who has been trying to survive under the jack-boot of a white racist society.
He was entitled to whatever he can get, and it is cruel and racist of me to defend my self.
 

ntcindetroit

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I don't remember who they are, even their faces or races, ages, origins of nationality.......etc.
I put a disclaimer on my Lifting profile - Only accept riders who don't rate driver less than 5-star. I was told permanently deactivated for low star rating. Not even the offer to pay the $80 ransom to get a certificate of driver of good serving skill or how to get 5-star driving Rideshare.
 
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