Hit the Road, Jacques

On one of my Uber rides here in Canada, the driver spent the entire ride listening on loudspeaker to a woman going about her day. She was doing the dishes, coughing, breathing, humming a tune, walking. She was clearly alone. I have no idea if she knew that he was spying on her.

I was transporting my mother from her first immunotherapy round (hence the Uber) and didn’t want any aggravation but we were both very creeped out.

Who can guess what the driver’s name was and why it wasn’t either Jack or Jacques?

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