Uber encourages drivers to ‘get out there because riders do not want to be wet’ when it rains. This is a golden opportunity, as it’s been five years since the wet stuff fell from above. This was Inauguration Day, Friday and a great opportunity for me to keep my mouth shut.
Which I did not.
After 30 minutes traipsing up and down Pico Boulevard in my little home town, I was called to Pelican Hill Resort. My rider wanted to catch a jet to Chicago. He was in the middle of telling a pal how angry his wife was for him spending an extra day in California, and whether the meeting he’d been in had been successful, one way or the other.
I don’t listen to people, as I was trying to concentrate on the road, which was beginning to look like a river.
“How would you get your child to get into bed?”
Took me a moment. He was talking to me.
I asked, “How old?”
“Three. Going on two. My wife is about ready to quit, on me and the baby.”
“Girl or boy?”
“Does that make a difference?”
“Girls are usually a bit easier, I think.”
“Good. You could call Uber and take her out for a ride up and down Lake Shore Drive. Or, turn on some cello music and leave the room.”
I could hear him texting.
I’m hoping it worked. If it’s Uber, a driver has a wee bit more cash.