Breakup Argument in the Back
An unhappy couple climbed into the back of the car. It was the summer of ’19, when life was closer to normal and there were large gatherings for entertainment. It was the north end’s Summerfest, one of those things with live music and overpriced booze and food in a park. It always draws the crowds. At least the music is free.
“Can you drop me at a different address?” asked the woman.
“No, that won’t be necessary,” said the man quickly. To his girlfriend, he said, “Look, we can just go home—”
“No!” She was nearly shouting, likely her volume restrained by being in a car with a stranger.
“No, no, no, no…”
Right behind me was a breakup-level argument. She wanted to be dropped off at her mother’s house; he wanted her to come home and chill out. It never escalated to a full-on shout match. Thankfully. But for me, this was uncomfortable.
“You can change things to drop me off first, right?”
“That’s not a problem,” I replied.
She gave me the new address, but I couldn’t change it in the app. The customer must to do this. It was the dude’s account. “Give me your phone,” she asked her boyfriend.
“I’ll do it,” he said.
“Just give me your phone.”
Now this became the focus of the argument. The boyfriend changed the address and I repeated it back to the woman. It was correct and we changed direction. It was just a five-minute diversion from the initial destination.
And then there was silence. Somehow, this was more uncomfortable than the bickering.
After the woman was dropped off, the man muttered an apology to me. “That’s not necessary,” I said. “Life happens. Sometimes in the Uber.”