Hackernoon logoLyft Confessionals: a woman kicked out of her home by@stervy

Lyft Confessionals: a woman kicked out of her home

Stephen Cognetta Hacker Noon profile picture

@stervyStephen Cognetta

For a month last year, I drove for Lyft in the Denver area. These are my stories.

It’s 10:03PM. I pull up to the one-story house, and wait four minutes in the darkness. The passenger is nowhere to be seen.

But then, I see a young, mid-20s woman emerge from the front door.

Whispering, she asks, “Can I fit some boxes in your car?”
“Sure, are you going to the airport?”
“No, my boyfriend broke up with me and I have all my stuff here and, and…” Tears stream down her face and her voice cracks. 
“No problem!” I quickly respond. “Take as long as you need! Let me know if you need help!”

The Lyft app notifies me the waiting time has expired and I must move on, but I ignore it. After another ten minutes, I see boxes piling up on the front porch. We move her life’s possessions to my now completely full trunk.

Meanwhile, a few people step out of the house to watch. A tall lanky man in a wifebeater helps her move the luggage, apologetically. Two children watch from the cracked four-paned window.

As we hit the road, she calls someone for a few minutes and half-speaks half-wails in a foreign language. I offer a couple platitudes, out of a loss of what to say, and she nods. Silence for the rest of the ride.

We arrive, and I help move her boxes inside the house, to what looks like her family.

As I depart she says, “Thank you.”


Join Hacker Noon

Create your free account to unlock your custom reading experience.