It always gets weirder after midnight. About 2am I was called to a business area of Roanoke. The address was a row of closed stores and restaurants. I locked the doors, turned the car off and waited. The rules say that after a 5 minute wait, I can collect the cancellation fee and leave. About halfway there, a fella taps on my window. I roll it down and ask if he is Michael. "No, I'm his friend, Michael is over here. Can you pull into this lot?" He points to a driveway between two building across the street.
It hit a U turn and shine my headlights where he went to get Michael. 20 feet away there's an inert human form flat on the asphalt. Michael's friend is trying to pull him up by an arm.
"You need an ambulance, not an Uber," I yell.
I cancel the ride, citing "passenger behavior" in the app, turn it off, turn the stereo up, and head home. Sometimes the Universe tells you when it's quitting time. Sometimes Michael does.