Mediating the Dispute
Language: en
Inside the sterile interview room of the precinct, my last passenger was a total mess. Hair a tangled wreck, clothes disheveled. She was sobbing to the officer. “Officer, it was him! This ride-share driver, he… he tried to assault me.” “If you don’t lock people like him up, there’s no justice in this world! And I demand compensation for my emotional distress!” With that, she collapsed onto the floor, throwing a full-blown tantrum. I couldn’t believe the audacity. All I did was ask her not to smoke in my car, and now she was accusing me of sexual assault. The thing is, I’m a woman too. I…