There was a time when getting into a stranger’s car was a total no-no. You’ll end up in pieces, spread all over a forest, offside a deserted highway. Never get into a strangers car, said “everyone’s parents.” You’ll end up on Dateline, Jane Doe. Eh, screw it. And, now Uber has revolutionized -not only getting into some unknown person’s rolling death trap -but a lot of us, frequently, do it all the time! I don’t know what happened to Susie, she said she’d be here by now…
Hey stranger, need a ride? Smooch. Kiss your bum Goodbye! Muah!
When I travel, sometimes I will get a great deal and have a driver my entire trip – My fav! Or I am privy to finding my own way around a city… and I totally have to Uber it.
Which brings me to the time I accidentally got into a vehicle – which was NOT an Uber – from my hotel…
the second time.
Let’s go back to the beginning:
Upon exiting the doors of a luxury hotel, phone in tow, and a little pin showing me that my Uber was already here. I took a glance around the circular driveway for the burgundy, 4-door sedan, my Uber app told me had “arrived.” So, I see it and drop into a cozy seat, while waving my manager toward the vehicle.
This is it! Come on! Let’s roll!
Fast forward to the second time I did this. Is this a habit? It’s starting to look like it. Hey, bad habits are hard to break. It only takes five weeks to make or break one; stop whining.. and hopping into random jalopies.
Circling back… As I’m closing the door and plopping comfortably into the back seat, my manager is
I did learn some new words though. C**Bubble. That are -d***sh*****s-stuck in my Fish-S***-stick head. And I’m not proud of it. Shame. Actually feels pretty violating to know them. Suc***le-D***. So much shame…
on my next Uber ride.