My Uber Driver

After the dinner I had with my colleagues, it was almost 12 midnight, I decided to go home and took Uber. For months of availing Uber rides, I’m so grateful I have never encountered rowdy drivers. They’re always polite and doesn’t do any monkey business. Last night, I think, was by far the kindest of all. He was chatty, keeps on using “po” and “opo” to me, calls me ma’am and always thanks me even if I’d just say simple instructions like “Turn left.” Read More »