Despite being only an occasional Uber user, Sabrina Hopkins of Miami found herself in the backseat of that creepy fucking driver’s Pontiac Grand Am for the second time this month.
Hopkins had first met the driver a couple of weeks ago when she left a bar early and was picked up by “Clem,” who immediately told her, “I love women, you know,” while telling her which women walking down the street were beautiful or not beautiful.
“I didn’t really want to talk, but he launched into this long conversation about his preferences in women,” says Hopkins. “He kept telling me that I had a pretty face while he stared at me through his rearview mirror. He wasn’t even looking at the road. I was so relieved to get out.”
Hopkins gave the creepy fucker a two-star rating, finding it difficult to articulate this particular kind of nonviolent yet quietly threatening behavior. So it was very surprising to Hopkins when she found the utterly disturbing Clem outside her door again Saturday as she headed to a concert that evening.
“I couldn’t believe it was him again,” she said. “It was like he was roaming my neighborhood waiting for me to request a car.”
Clem greeted her with, “Well, hello again. You’re still wearing your hair up,” before spending the 20-minute ride telling her about all the women who’d broken his heart.
At one point Hopkins noted that it was odd to see him again, and asked what brought him to her neighborhood. “Oh just the usual driving around, you know. I brought this one lady to the salon but she wasn’t too chatty. Not like you,” he replied.
“I’m sure I’ll see you around,” Clem said eerily before leaving her. From now on Hopkins plans to use Lyft, although she says, “That fucker is probably on there, too.”
