Day 2 — A Friend from the Fatherland

My Uberpool driver arrived after a 10 min wait and for the first time I had a fellow passenger with me (Marisol). I had 3 bags this morning so i got to use the trunk and decided to sit up front with my driver who turned out to be Afghani and quickly recognized that I’m Persian and started speaking Farsi with me. We proceeded to have a great talk and I happened at one point to look over my shoulder and see Marisol in the back seat looking scared and confused. She probably thought we were planning a terrorist attack and she had become embroiled in it. I imagine she was feeling like the senior couple in this scene from “The Dictator:

My driver may have learned to drive in Kabul or Tehran because he proceeded to cut people off and then slow down in front of them after cutting them off. We even got honked at once. It took me back to my youth sitting in traffic in Tehran in the back seat of my parent’s Puegot with no seat belt (probably drinking yogurt soda). Great way to kick off the morning. 5 Stars

Marisol’s rating: 1.5 Stars and If you see something, say something!

(Bob, why are you putting yourself through this? Why don’t you just buy a car? Read the Fat Uber Daddy Mission Statement here)

(I’m late to this party, where can I see what happened the previous days? Go here)