If you've been keeping up with me lately, then you know I was recently involved in a wild ass car accident that left my car totaled, resulting in me having to either drive rentals or be transported around by Uber or Lyft (for free, because the other driver was at fault) until I get a new car. While I'm sure these Uber and Lyft drivers meet some pretty interesting passengers throughout their day, us passengers also have come across some rather peculiar drivers.
The other day I was catching an Uber home from work. My driver was a guy named... Honestly I don't even remember. But he looked like Craig Robinson, so let's call him Craig. I get in the car, we exchange pleasantries and all that. I had just worked 13 hours, so holding a conversation wasn't really on the top of my list, but I'm not an asshole, so I would engage whenever he spoke to me. First, he asked me what I did. I vaguely told him. Then he went on to ask if we were hiring, because he was getting killed by child support and needed a second job. I told him we weren't, but he could apply anyway. There was more small talk where that came from, but then things went left when we somehow got on the topic of Donald Trump.
"I'm about to tell you somethin' that's gonna fuck you up, young brotha", Craig said to me. So I'm like, 'Oh yeah? What's that?' He then goes, "I like Donald Trump. I really do. I voted for him, and I'ma tell you why." Now I'm sitting there irritated because this man is the same color as me talking about he likes someone who doesn't actually give a fuck about us. "Trump is just like us, when you think about it", he continued. "He all about his money. We all about our money. He don't like that gay shit. We don't like that gay shit. He don't want all these foreigners in the country. Neither do we. Black people need to do their research. Trump is on our side."
Now I'm still a good two miles from my house and at this point, I decide I'm not gonna stay in this car with him a second longer. 'Can you do me a favor?', I ask. 'Pull over right here at this gas station.' He looks at me puzzled, because he knows this isn't my destination. "You wanna get out? Why? Because I said I like Trump? That's crazy. You must like Obama, huh? Why? Because he Black? Just like every other Black person, you brainwashed. But that's okay. You have a good night, brotha."
I slammed his door, walked inside the gas station, bought some junk food and called another Uber. We ain't with that racist, xenophobic, ignorant shit, over here.