Crazy Uber Stories: The Royal Throne

I met Dave the Uber driver at the Pep Boys auto garage where were both getting oil changes. He told me this wild tale:

An Uber driver by profession, found myself facing the oddest task of my career. The passenger, a guy named Jerry with the most peculiar occupation—designing outhouses—hailed my car. Strapped on the roof was his latest creation, an artisanal outhouse with the words “Royal Throne” elegantly inscribed on the door.

Jerry, an animated fellow, chatted enthusiastically about his avant-garde designs, regaling me with tales of eco-friendly composting toilets and hand-painted wallpaper featuring Elvis Presley. The outhouse, bobbing comically atop my car, drew stares and quizzical glances from passersby, a motley procession of morning joggers and bleary-eyed commuters.

While navigating the streets, I couldn’t help but ponder the logistics of such a bizarre conveyance. The outhouse swayed with every turn, the rooftop creaking under its weight, but Jerry remained unperturbed, sketching modifications to his design and mumbling about “revolutionizing the outdoor restroom experience”.

As we neared his abode, a quaint cottage adorned with garden gnomes and a white picket fence, a crowd had gathered, smartphone cameras poised, documenting the arrival of the Royal Throne. Jerry, basking in his newfound fame, invited the onlookers to experience the opulence of his creation.

I watched as people queued to inspect the eccentric facility. Jerry, clipboard in hand, eagerly jotted down feedback and graciously accepted compliments on the Elvis wallpaper.

With the outhouse safely offloaded, and my car roof bearing the imprints of an adventure well-lived, Jerry bade me farewell, tipping generously and leaving me with tales that would fuel many a dinner conversation.