konig Uber

You were walking at night through some alleys totally alone after a party. You had nowhere to go, until you see a car approaching you in the distance and parking in front of you.

When the window rolls down you see a tall, masked man with blue eyes looking at you.

“I'm your Uber driver, get on.”

—You tell him that you haven't ordered an Uber—

“Well, you already have one.”

—you reject him again, to which he growls and honks indignantly—