Here it is in today’s paper: “Ex-Uber Driver Pleads Guilty to Killing 6”. You read that and you’re thinking – New York, LA, maybe Chicago. Nope, Kalamazoo, Michigan. I know, how is that possible? The fine folks in Kalamazoo must be as shocked as I am to read about this. First, I didn’t know there were Uber drivers in Kalamazoo, and second, that Kalamazoo isn’t a place that comes to mind particularly as a hotbed of anxiety and angst or a pocket of mental health issues, although it really can happen anywhere. Here’s the interesting part. These victims weren’t passengers. This guy was shooting people at various locations – parking lots of a car dealership and a Cracker Barrel. Something in the grits for which he needed to revenge? In between these apparently random shootings in outside locations, he was driving fares. He must have felt that blood splattered all over the back seat of his car would be bad for business and possibly hurt his ratings. Can you imagine reading about his exploits in the paper or seeing it on the news later, and realizing that he’d driven you home from the bus station? Holy crap, Batman! That could have been me. And I was wearing my seatbelt, so I couldn’t move very fast if he pulled a gun. About the best I could do was soil my underwear. Continue reading “Torn from the Pages II – Uber Drivers”
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