Stories by D: Ride-Share Pax From Hell

As I walked the young female to her apartment, I thought about the entity, HER, that had been haunting me for all these months. I almost tripped on the proud root of a tree, and it reminded me of my purpose for tonight’s weird ride-share. The young woman was definitely inebriated or under the influence of something. She was making me mad as she swayed side to side and pushed me away as I tried leading her by her skinny arm, trying in vain to keep her from falling. She eventually managed to fall to her knees, not just once but several times. The first time she fell, I felt so bad. But, as she continued to be incoherent and callous, my pity for her was quelled with disdain. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her, but I wanted this job to be over. All I could think about was how tired and sleepy I was. I was so lethargic that I knew I would fall asleep the minute I got home and into bed; too tired to be leery of HER.