conversations with uber driver

Sometimes you end up with an uber driver who sheds profound and divine light upon your life, as if this uber driver has been put on this earth and in that Prius to Clarence you through your ennui. And then sometimes, it’s a comfortable silence. Sometimes, it’s a symphony. But then sometimes it’s just. Well. None of that. My driver yesterday:

(after like 10 minutes of silence)

Driver: You have a small face!

Me: …Thank you!

(after like 10 more minutes of silence)

Me: My tongue hurts.

Me: Oh, I’m sorry!

(Ten more minutes of silence. End of ride.)

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