When I returned from the hospital after the seizure and was bemoaning the fact that I was no longer allowed to drive, my kids chorused, "Mom, just use Uber!"
But then the HM took me away on vacation for two weeks.
And I had lots of kind folks offering rides.
And I hitched rides with the HM a lot.
I even tried walking (I traveled to the mailbox very often without a car).
As well, I had a great excuse for just staying home and blogging*.
Reader Dear, I was dragging my feet (if there's a pun, it's intended).
However, I am pleased to announce that this very morning (cue the drum roll) I called for an Uber ride. (It was in order to get to an appointment at the health center, so I couldn't just shrug my shoulders and decide to stay home [HM had other commitments, so he couldn't be my chauffeur])
Therefore, as I said, I called for a ride.
Milton would be showing up, Uber informed me.
"This is my first-ever Uber ride!" I gleefully told Milton when I climbed into his car.
As it developed, we had a pleasant ride together to the health center.
When I exited the car, I asked. "May I take your picture?"
Then I added, "I'm not saying I can make you famous, but I'll do my best!"
Ladies and Gentlemen:
I'm pleased to present Milton. Moved here from NYC to be near family. Has driven for Uber for four months. Is a very friendly, likeable guy. Driver par excellence.*
*Please Please spread the word, Reader Dear.
(If you do your best, I'll have done mine!)
David was my driver.
We had a good ride, too.
And I asked for his photo.
But, you see, with David I couldn't offer fame; he's already famous**
**And it's a good thing, as this photographer did such a lousy job with obtaining his pic.
**How wide-spread the fame, I'm not sure. For myself, at least, I'm well-acquainted with at least one of his many brothers!
*Oh, you've noticed, Reader Dear?!