Ticket to ride

I took a 20 minute Uber ride Saturday evening.

I’m still not sure what to make of it, other than that it was one hell of a journey.

It starts with me at the Great Canadian Pub in the Latin Quarter. I get a message from a friend, inviting me over to a really interesting place called Ground Control. (No, my friend was not Major Tom.) So I ordered an Uber.

This is when the fun starts. The driver goes past a neighbourhood called Saint-Germain-des-Prés. He informs me that there are beautiful women here. Then he proceeds to say, “And after a few drinks, they get all fucky-fucky.” While making the humping motion.

He then added, “Women here can be quite socialist with their sex.”

Oh, wait — there’s more.

He then tells me that he has an allergy to latex. “That’s why I have two kids, and a third on the way.”

Oh, and if only they weren’t so expensive. “Here [in France], you have to pay for their school stuff, and all sorts of things. In [home country redacted], I could get away with paying 5 euros a month!”

I’m amused and horrified. Mainly the latter.

I’m wondering if I should report him, because that’s really unacceptable. But at the same time … wow. Just … wow.

What are your thoughts? Lemme know in the comments below.