uberville

clarendon boulevard
the young man says hopping
into the front seat of my
car as I sit at a light.
excuse me I say.
he's a complete stranger.
clarendon boulevard, he
says again, and points
down the road.
come on dude, i'm sort
of in a rush.
do I know you, I ask him.
he shrugs, no. how would
we know each other?
let's go, step on it.
he hands me his credit
card. swipe me, he says.
for what, I ask him.
to pay you man, to pay
you, now are you going to
go, or not?
I think you'd better
get out of my car right
now buster, I tell him,
or i'm dialing 911.
hey, aren't you uber?
what? I have no idea
what you're talking about.
okay, man, be cool.
my bad. peace out. I see
him get into another car
behind me, and off
they go.