Actually, the Uber driver I’ll be hiring is my neighbor, Greg. He is an ex-Greyhound driver, so I trust him. He just can’t drive commercial vehicles because of his dialysis schedule.
He still has to account for the ride, so I do have to pay him. In order to remain an Uber driver, he has to drive a minimum of 10 hours a month, and he does. Often more than that, but never less. (My brain! It’s fried!)
(I’m still simmering over the BS with Sussette. That was pretty nasty, that was.)
Simmering is bad for your digestion! (Dreadfully tacky, it was, though.)
I’m sure you’ll have a better ride. I need to decide who’s going to pick Mom up at the airport tomorrow and who is going to take James, Vlad, Frank, and Kathleen to where they’ll be staying (with a family from Cub Scouts).