I picked up a woman, taking her to work, at about 5:30 AM.
She greeted me ever so warmly. Hahaha. Man, was I in for it.
When I started the trip, I told her that we'll reach your destination in 20 minutes. She went on a rant about she didn't care about how long it was going to take to get there. The only thing she cared about was her personal safety. And that I shouldn't rush to get her anywhere because she didn't like drivers who liked to speed.
Then, she wanted to change the route. I obliged, but it added 7 minutes to the trip. It was 9 miles of surface streets. No worries. The fare adjusts if more than 5 minutes are added.
Then, she goes in on my driving an EV. She explains that it makes no sense, and that the batteries are so heavy, that it wears out tires, and we have all the rubber waste polluting our cities (of course, notwithstanding the greenhouse gases that combustion engines produce).
I drive a BZ4X, which she claims is small. Anyone who drives one of these things knows it's roomy as hell. Then she goes on to say that she and her daughter's would not be comfortable in this car because they are all over six feet tall. Then she asks how do I like driving this little thing.
I stopped responding. Then she started loudly singing gospel hymns.
I tell you, there are all kinda unhappy people out there just eager to pass along their misery.
Fuck 'em. 1 star and blocked.