so when i get an uber,
the drivers usually love to talk to me.
you know i love talking to people.
i try not to be “one of those types”:

“oh my God!
oh,
i’m don’t talk to people darling!
oh!
never!
i’m too important darling!”

…and that’s usually from males.

so a foxholer sent me a story about someone’s recent trip in an uber.
it ended up with the uber driver losing his job.
this is the story from “raw story”…

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