WHOKNOWSIFTHISISFUNNY RANTOLAS

‘Ceci n’est pas Medium story’

silliness, craziness, wildness, whateverness

I like trying to talk to the uber drivers we’ve had on this trip. Any uber driver really. Especially when they speak a different language. I don’t want them to crash of course. You can’t bombard them with questions but it’s nice to try to find something to say besides ‘What kind of fun things are there to do in — — -?’ Sure, you can say that, but it’s also fun to try to come up with something new. Yesterday I asked the guy if he was tired of tourists. He said ‘no’ and that ‘he actually liked them a lot compared to the locals who were backwards.’ Wow! I believed him. sure, he could have been just trying to flatter us but still. I got the feeling he wasn’t.

Another guy looked like a teacherly dude who just did uber trips for a little extra cash when he wasn’t grading papers. He had kind eyes. When he laughed, it was a very genuine laugh. I could see it in his eyes. That’s all I could really see in the rear view mirror.

Another guy played a little trick with me when I got in the uber. You’re supposed to give them the pin code so that they can input it in their phone and get a match. When I gave him my pin code, he misspoke the last number and put in an 8 instead of a 9 and as I tried to correct…