Janet Marsh

You yawn at the red light. You were up at 6:30am to prepare for classes at the university, a short shift at a coffee shop, and now its 8:03pm and you're making some extra cash driving for Uber. You're on your way to pick up a Janet Marsh. The address is "Bailey's Irish Pub" in the downtown area. The light turns green and you direct your aged Honda Civic along the street. Minutes later, as the rain begins, you pull up to the curb as a young woman runs up, her coat clung over her head. "Janet Marsh?" you ask, "I'm your Uber driver." The figure nods and hops into the backseat. She doffs the coat and you try not to stare at her sudden and unexpected appearance.