“Comfort Rides, VIP Vibes, and the Sisterhood Shuffle”
86 trips, 46 hours, and one chocolate poodle with a soul

I’m working seven days a week in a rented fleet EV that costs more than I care to admit. Honestly it’s a shame that the rideshare companies don’t cut better deals for the rentals. I could afford an upscale 1 bedroom apartment anywhere I want for what I pay for this car each month, but enough about my troubles.

This week was all about premium rides, reflective moments, and a surprise reminder of what sisterhood looks like when it’s stuffed into a suitcase with a designer dog.

Ride #1: Comfort in the Chaos
Highlight: $40 Uber Comfort for a short trip
Vibe: Quiet, classy, and no small talk

This EV might be bleeding my wallet dry, but the perks are undeniable: Uber Comfort rides. It’s like the VIP lounge of rideshare—extra legroom, chill riders, and trips behind the security gates in dream zip codes. I pull up in my head wrap like I’m someone’s cousin sneaking in the back entrance, but it’s cool. Whether it’s business deals or date nights, the mood is always elevated. This Saturday, one Comfort ride dropped $40 for a short trip—basically four times the regular rate. My playlist was vibing, the AC was perfectly tuned, and for a second, I forgot I was hustling.

Ride #2: Uber VIP & the Savvy Set
Trend: More Uber VIP riders
Lesson: Don’t hate the surge, beat it

I’m starting to see more Uber VIPs—folks who ride often enough to earn perks like top-rated drivers (hi) and better prices. These are the riders who know the game: they watch the app, dodge surge pricing, and book smart. I always tell them, “If you see a deal, grab it. These VIPs make the work easier—respectful, usually polite, and genuinely supportive of what we do out here.

Ride #3: The Sisterhood Shuffle
Scene: Young woman + dog + oversized luggage
Mission: Move hotels, find peace

She was petite, but her luggage wasn’t. I popped the trunk and watched her load in half a closet’s worth of life. Then came the pup—a chocolate poodle with manners better than most passengers I’ve met. She told me she needed to go to the bank, then to her Airbnb. When she asked me to take her off‑app, I hesitated. That gut-check moment: “Am I about to end up in a Netflix doc?” But my instincts knew better. She was a dancer, just like many of the girls I came up with; part of the reason people flock to this city of opportunities. Maybe I’m a sucker, maybe Im a lite feminist, but I couldn’t leave her hanging. She and I had too much in common; Working hard, getting by, doing what she had to do.

Her story came out in layers: leaving a relationship that still clung like lint, starting over, trying not to crack under the weight of it all. We talked about breakup blues, burnout, and the tiny creatures that keep us going. I reminded her what I’ve had to tell myself: Take care of yourself—if not for you, then for your pup. She nodded. We arrived at her Airbnb—gorgeous spot. I wished her love, light, and enough money blessings to get through the week.

This week wasn’t wild, but it was warm. Between comfort rides and comforting words, I stayed booked and busy—and reminded that this job’s not just wheels and wages. Sometimes, it’s about showing up for strangers the way we wish someone would for us.