So I have a few friends asking me how exactly this all went down, gonna break it down here. I'M WAITING FOR A RED KIA SORENTO. I got my whole family w/ me, including two 5 yr olds and a 2 yr old. We didn't want to park at Navy Pier bc of how expensive it is, so we ubered over
So as we're waiting for this Kia to take us back, driver calls me (so yeah, I have a number for him. Not sure if it's his direct, or if it's through @uber, but it's 773.672.8410) to let me know he's pulling up. I'm like ok great, I'm at the Pier's second uber spot
Guy rolls up, I immediately try to open up the back door, but he won't unlock it. Instead lowers his passenger side window and obv wants to say something. I step up and he's like "I can't take you, I'm Jewish." I'm like....... "Ok so?" He repeats "I'm Jewish, I can't drive you."
Meanwhile my fam is standing a few feet behind me like CAN WE PLEASE GET IN THE CAR, MEHA, IT'S COLD. I'm holding them off and like "So are you not going to drive us?" I'm slow on the uptake, guys.
He's like "I'm Jewish, I'm not letting you in." Pulls out his necklace to prove to me he's Jewish -- it's not a Star of David, though. It looked like this pic. I've never seen it before so I'm like \_(ツ)_/¯ 
Then he's like "I'm Jewish, JERUSALEM BELONGS TO THE JEWS, I CAN'T DRIVE YOU." Finally I'm like "well you can cancel this ride bc I'm not about to get hit with a fee." (This was my first mistake.)
When he canceled, Uber automatically matched me w/ a diff driver. It looks like when that happens (the driver, not you, cancels), the app doesnt record their info. So I just happen to remember his name was Eilan (or Elian), he drove a red Kia Sorento, and he's a racist asshole.
Either way, shout out to my man Kelly, who showed up a few min later in a giant Volvo to take my enormous family home.
This is the response from Uber:
Basically that they don't have enough info to find the driver.
How many Eilan/Elian's with a 4.16 rating in red Ki Sorentos can their be in Chi?!
How many Eilan/Elian's with a 4.16 rating in red Ki Sorentos can their be in Chi?!
Ugh THERE**** Ya'all I'm tired.
Meanwhile, all I'm thinking about is my three little nephews like "I'm coooooold, where's the carrrrr" bc they're 1. little kids who aren't used to 28-degree Chicago nights, and 2. didn't wear their gloves like Auntie Meha told them to.
