I can’t make this stuff up.
I’m in Phoenix today for the Disney Social Media Moms conference. I’m feeling kind of lazy, plus it’s like a million degrees here, so I decided to skip out on my rental car and get around with Lyft and Uber instead.
It’s been weird.
On my ride from the airport to the hotel, my Lyft driver informed me that I didn’t have to worry because he didn’t think my outfit was indecent. Ummm…okay. Hoping it was a language barrier kind of thing. For the record, here is what I was wearing:
Such a shocker, right?
My next ride was a couple of hours later. Uber this time. I was on my way to a pedicure at Lavish Nails, a 5-star Yelp find. (I only get pedicures while I’m on vacation). My driver (a woman) apologized for looking “rusty,” and explained that she had just been involved in a forceful eviction. Yikes! At least she was the evictor and not the evictee, but really, there’s no good side to that situation.
On the way back to the hotel, I got in an Uber car with a driver who regaled me with tales of his high-profile regulars. It seems he is the on-call driver for an assortment of characters, among them a man worth 100 million dollars, a baseball player, and a porn star. He strongly urged me to tell him a “wild story” so he could include me in his roster (I couldn’t do it), then gave me his card in case I wanted to become one of his clients as well. He was pretty entertaining, so I said I would think about it.
And now here I am, back at the hotel. Part of me is regretting my decision to ditch my rental…but I think a bigger part of me is looking forward to hearing the next stories in the series tomorrow.
Have you ever had a colorful Uber or Lyft ride? What happened?