Buckle up, because we’ve got some seriously wild stories coming your way. We’re diving into the wild world of ridesharing where drivers dish on their craziest, cringiest, and downright unforgettable passenger experiences. From backseat divas to late-night escapades, you won’t believe what these drivers have witnessed. All content has been edited for clarity purposes.
“I Was Chased And Shot At”
“A few weeks ago, I was driving Los Angeles around two in the morning. I was on a sketchy side of town, so I decided to start heading back home. As I was driving, I got pinged for an Uber Connect trip. Uber Connect was essentially a means for people to send packages to each other.
When I went to pick up the package, it was at an apartment building. The package was being delivered to an RV park in the area. I felt like picking up the package was safer than picking up a passenger, especially in this area of town.
When the guy put the package in my backseat, I instantly sensed a bad vibe. As I drove away, I noticed a car following me. When I looked closer, I realized it was a police officer. Right away, I knew the officer was following me because I was in a shady area, and my car was registered about 40 miles away. He probably thought I was buying drugs or something.
A few blocks later, the cop pulled me over.
He asked, ‘Can I see your license and registration?’ and I quickly complied.
‘I’m working for Uber right now,’ I explained.
The cop then looked in my backseat and asked, ‘What’s in the box?’
I shook my head and replied, ‘I don’t know. I’m doing an Uber Connect delivery.’
He gave me a strange look, held out his hand, and said, ‘Let me see the app.’
As I was showing the officer the app, the guy who sent the package started messaging me. He asked, ‘What’s taking so long? Are you stealing my package?’
The cop opened the box and immediately said, ‘Follow me to the police station. You’re not in trouble, but you have to come with me.’
After I followed him to the police station, I met with two other officers waiting for me. They came out with gloves on and took the package.
It ended up being a ton of fentanyl. I was detained until 6 a.m. the next morning.
In the morning, the officers gave me a card and told me a police report would be ready in the next 10 days. When I got home, I contacted Uber and explained everything. They claimed they’d be doing an internal investigation, and that the person who sent the package wouldn’t be connected with me again.
About an hour later, I got a call from an unknown number. It was the owner of the package. Uber GAVE THE GUY MY PHONE NUMBER.
He asked, ‘What happened to my package? You owe me a lot of money. I have your license plate number and a picture of you. It’ll be really easy to find you.’
A few days later, I was chased and shot at. The person chasing me was arrested for assault with a deadly weapon. Afterward, I contacted Uber because I wanted information about the person who sent the package. They REFUSED to give me the guy’s information. I told the police about the investigation, and they said Uber didn’t like to cooperate with law enforcement. I even contacted a lawyer, and they said they couldn’t do anything about it, either.
The whole fiasco made me never want to Uber again.”
“I Felt Like Bursting An Artery”
“One time, I picked up a guy on a long trip from the city to the suburbs. The trip would have been around an hour. At first, I was happy because I thought it would be a nice and quiet ride. When the guy initially got in my car, I didn’t notice any red flags. He was listening to music with headphones behind the driver’s seat.
After driving for a while on the highway, he asked if I could roll the window down so he could get some fresh air. Okay, no problem. It didn’t register as a red flag to me, so I kept driving. Then, we came to a part of the highway with a construction zone. There was little to no room to pull over anywhere. All of a sudden, the guy hangs out of the back window and starts puking.
At this point, I was fuming. I tried to pull over to the side as best as I could, but like I said, there was barely any room. I got out and opened the guy’s door, but it was too late. He puked on the inside of my car, all over the outside of my car, and all over himself.
Once he was done, I kept driving to his destination. My blood pressure was so high, I almost felt like bursting an artery.
When we arrived, he explained, ‘Crap. I got my address wrong. This is my cousin’s house.’
WHAT? I had no idea what to do.
I replied, ‘Well, you’re going to pay to get my car cleaned, and I’m taking you to the police station. If you’re too drunk to remember your address, you need help.’
I kept driving, then suddenly, I heard his door open. When I looked in the rearview, I saw his body rolling out of the car and onto the road. Granted, I was only going maybe 5 miles per hour. But still, I was worried the passenger was going to report me the next day. Luckily, I never got reported and never heard from the guy again.
It was insane.”
“Some Passengers Were Truly The Worst”
“One Friday night, five passengers tried to squeeze themselves in the back of my tiny Ford Fusion. Plus, one of the passengers sat in the front seat.
I kindly explained to the passengers, ‘I can only take four of you. It’s too dangerous to have five people in the car. I could get in serious trouble.’
One of the woman passengers screamed, ‘We don’t care! I don’t understand why you’re being so rude. It’s just a stupid rule, anyway.’
The woman wasn’t going to change my mind. I replied, ‘Ma’am, I can only take FOUR people. Even if one of you sits up front, only four people could fit in here. You all knew that before choosing this Uber.’
‘I’M NOT LEAVING!’ the woman yelled, ‘Everyone needs to get back inside the car, NOW!’
After the woman and her group refused to leave, I hit the SOS button on the Uber app.
‘The police are coming since you aren’t leaving my vehicle,’ I told the woman.
This RILED the woman up. She had her fists clenched, and she kept threatening to call corporate if I didn’t give her and the group a ride. Her friends insisted on leaving and tried to pull the woman away, but she wasn’t budging.
Eventually, the woman’s friends pulled her away from my car.
But, before leaving, the woman snidely said, ‘You know what? I think your car would look a WHOLE lot better with a huge dent in it!’
Then, she fully swung her boot into the side of my car. All for saying only four people could fit in my car.
Afterward, she ran down the street with her group of friends and went inside a restaurant. I called the cops and watched as they pulled into the restaurant and questioned the woman.
The woman kept insisting, ‘I didn’t kick his car! It wasn’t me!’ but little did she know, I had dashcam footage of the whole thing.
As a result, she got arrested, taken to the police station, and had pending charges against her. Some passengers were truly the worst.”
“I Was Hesitant To Keep Driving”
“One time, I picked up a woman with a couple of big trash bags in tow. When she got in my car, I turned around on the street. Afterward, another car turned around shortly after. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. The trip was only 15 miles, so I wasn’t too concerned.
Ten minutes later, I got off the highway and stopped at a light. I looked in my rearview mirror, and the same car from before was sitting right behind us. A little weird, but again, I tried to ignore it.
A couple of miles later, I looked back. The same car was STILL behind me. Right before I got to where I was supposed to drop my passenger off, I flipped on my turn signal. The other car also signaled. I turned my blinker off and kept driving, and they followed suit. I went to the next stop sign, acted like I was turning left, then turned right instead. I just wanted to see if this person was following me. It turned out that they were.
I ended up stopping the trip early so the passenger wouldn’t pay more for me driving around aimlessly. I drove up to a stoplight and sped in front of oncoming traffic to try to get away from the other car. They followed, but when they got behind me, they noticed some cameras on the side of a nearby building. They ended up passing me and taking off. I didn’t end up getting a plate number, just a general description of the car.
When I asked the passenger about her circumstances, she explained, ‘I was just kicked out of my house. I needed to leave.’
‘Wait, are you fleeing from someone?’ I asked.
She said, ‘No,’ but I had an eerie feeling about the whole thing.
I stayed strapped for reasons like this, but still, it was very intense.
I ended up taking the passenger to her destination, a hotel. I double-checked the parking lot to make sure the car wasn’t there before I left.
The whole situation made me hesitant to keep driving.”