This is from her Facebook:
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At 1:50pm on September 21, 2016, I ordered an Uber car to take me to my home from Sacramento Airport. I had been away for work for 14 days and was incredibly exhausted and excited to see my family. The driver that was scheduled to pick me up did NOT have his license plate information listed in the Uber app, which I found odd as all of my rides have this listed so I can identify the driver when they arrive, but it did have his photo and name - Donavon.
Donavon assisted me with getting my bags into the trunk of his white Nissan and then told me that he just cleaned his backseat and the fabric may still be wet, so I could sit in the front seat. Again, my radar went up, but I was anxious to get home so I got in the passenger seat. Almost immediately, he began to tell me about his run ins with the law in southern California and how he was brought up on phony money laundering charges and did 6 months in a federal facility. He said he waved to the investigative unit as he was leaving to move to Marysville. He told me he checks to see if there are warrants out for him on a daily basis. Then he told me how he was in a gang and his first few prison stints were way easier than federal prison. Note, this man had tattoos on his entire head, neck and parts of his face. I was IMMEDIATELY uneasy and began to send my husband text messages telling him to be sure to “watch my ride” through the Uber app. (I always send him the live feed when I travel alone.) He noted that the driver missed the exit on the freeway that he needed to take and was texting me to be certain I was OK. I just wanted to keep this guy focused on driving, but he kept looking at me and not at the road, telling me everything he knew about prison. How everyone has to pay a percentage of their commissary to the “boss” and how people make billions of dollars off the inmates store funds. I was truly petrified as we missed the exit 3 times before I finally forced him to stop to pay attention by asking him about his cigarettes in the console and if he wanted to smoke that was ok. So he could focus on where we had to go and turn the way the navigation was prompting us.
Once on the correct highway, the conversation changed from his past to vulgar sex stories. He told me he ran an escort service out of his tattoo parlor in LA. He said he was a dancer and was “a size 13 shoe, I’m very well endowed” – then showed me his hands and laughed as he put his hand on my leg saying “look, my hand is as big as your thigh – I’d clearly break you if we fucked.” He told me his girlfriend is always so worried that women give him blowjobs as a tip for driving them with a wink and nod toward me. I responded by telling him that my husband wouldn’t appreciate this conversation, he said “good thing he’s not here.” He seemed to get agitated by that comment, so I made the decision to not make him mad and focus on my exit strategy. I started texting my husband that I could not have this man take me to our house and he needed to leave work to meet me somewhere public. We agreed on a location and my focus shifted on getting to that place and out of the car safely. Meanwhile, Donavon continued with his disgusting conversation and touching my leg throughout for emphasis, telling me he smokes meth and when he’s high, he has trouble ejaculating and has left women cowering in the corner of the room in pain after 9 hours of rough sex. He went on to tell me that he put marbles on the top of his penis for women’s pleasure and he’d be happy to show me.
Donavon continued this putrid conversation by telling me that he picked up a woman the other night who asked him to take her to a sex shop, where she purchased a “double headed dildo” and told him to watch her masturbate in his backseat. He told me I was welcome to do that if I needed some stress relief. Again, I told him that wasn’t going to happen and I needed to get home to my family. I was truly petrified that if I didn’t listen to his putrid conversation and his disgusting advances, I wouldn’t make it home. So I tried to listen without listening – which didn’t work as was evidenced by the emotional breakdown I had once I was out of his car. I was trapped and completely powerless.
Finally, after over an hour of this horrific conversation, we pulled near to the Target parking lot where my husband and I secretly planned to meet. I told Donavon that I needed to buy diapers for my son and asked him to take me to Target. He began telling me how unhappy he was with his girlfriend and how he “didn’t want to ever go home again.” I thought I might have to jump out of the car and leave my belongings at this point, which I was fine with as long as I got out of there.
When pulling into the lot, my husband was parked at the entrance so I directed Donavon to pull into the space next to his SUV. My husband immediately jumped out and walked over to him to shake his hand and distract him from me getting out of the car. He then told him to pop the trunk and he got my luggage. He continued to talk to him about his tattoos while I got into the SUV and finally we pulled away.
I know I am a lucky one. I know that had he taken me to my house or if I had made him mad, I would not have made it home. I know that is true in my gut, I feel it in my bones and throughout my entire body. That man is a danger to women – and he works for a company where he has the ability to pick up a powerless woman and take her anywhere he chooses.
After speaking with Uber about this experience, it is clear that they could care less who is driving for their company. I reported this to the California Highway Patrol and they were horrified at this story. Uber has refused to cooperate with the CHP stating that their drivers are NOT employees, they are independent contractors and they cannot release their personal information due to a privacy clause in their contract. They went on with their canned email response of “we will be looking into this issue.” And refunded me the fare for this trip. A woman tells you a story like this about someone who is driving for YOUR customers and the response is, “sorry you could have been raped by someone who is clearly a danger to society, lady, here’s your money back.” and in the same breath, refuse to assist in getting this person out of their platform or off the streets? I am beyond disgusted, beyond angry, and beyond scared that this could continue to happen to someone else. Please please please tell all the women in your life that they should never, ever use Uber for a solo trip. Uber does not care about the safety of their clients. After some investigation, it has been proven that they do not do actual interviews or accurate background checks.
This happened to me at 2pm on a Wednesday. It can happen anywhere at anytime. Uber is not safe. Please tell those you care about. Think about your drunk girlfriend getting into a car with someone like this.
Fuck you, Uber. You have a responsibility to use your power for good and you choose not to in light of higher profits. You're too busy protecting yourself with "independent contractors" knowing that employees bring liability.
Fuck Uber. I hope the CEO gets a long ride with Donavon on a bad day. Actually, no. I hope they make the right decision and fix their hiring process so no one ever has to endure what I did on Wednesday.
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The most amazing part is how Uber won't give this guy's name to the CHP. So they're requiring a warrant or something?
What a shit company.
Anyway, I would suggest you advise any woman you know that they shouldn't travel on Uber alone.
I believe her story. I have been with Mary Beth many times in person, and I can assure you that she didn't do anything to bring this on, nor is she likely to have made up or exaggerated this story. She's always been very sweet when I've been around her. The last time I saw her was 2011, when we went to dinner right after the Dodgers game where Bryan Stow was beaten in the parking lot (she was with Dave, I was with my current gf).
She was Hollywood Dave's girlfriend after he and Tiffany Michelle broke up.
They were together for a few years, then had a breakup for unknown reasons. Shortly after the breakup, they both met other people whom they ended up marrying.
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