I’m pretty sure I’m the last Uber passenger, because I’ve never been one, and yet everyone I know has. Sure, it’s cheaper, probably faster, more personal…I don’t know.
There’s just something deep inside me that dislikes the thought of being in a body bag on the side of the road in a shallow ditch. Is that too much?
Of course, I did read an erotica story once where this girl’s Uber driver fulfilled her every sexual desire. Yeah…still not helping.