Real Life Adventures by Gary Wise and Lance Aldrich for May 08, 2018

However, once we’re past the airport, it’s every man for himself.

Easy solution – call a legitimate taxi. “Ride sharing” is basically paying to hitchhike; you stick out your electronic thumb, and some one may or may not come. If they do come, they may give you a safe, pleasant ride to your destination, or they may rob you, rape you, and bury you in a cornfield.

A taxi driver is registered, licensed, and insured fro the work; an Über driver is just a random shmuck with access to a car (our local sheriff actual arrested a guy doing Über in a stolen car).

If you’re cold (or hot) and jet-lagged…you’re grateful for the convenient ride.

How am I supposed to know about your “checkered” past?

I’m honest. I let the meter do it.

This is why I prefer to live in a town with an extensive public transit system.

Now, if they’d only budget enough to maintain it properly…