Dear Uber Drivers,
Actually, I shan’t discriminate. Let’s include Uber, all other ride-sharing services, and cab drivers who ask me more than, ‘Where are you going?’.
Many, many times, you have saved my life. Not literally, but you have saved me from many stressful, unfortunate moments.
Say the time I desperately wanted to leave the office Christmas party, with one click of a button I had requested you arrive around the back where I could sneak out.
Or, when I had stayed back at university studying and the buses were no longer running. There, dearest Uber (and all other networks), you were.
Despite my self-described love and my eternal gratitude for your services, there is one thing I do not sign up for.
Your life advice.
Now, many people might disagree with me on this.
Some of my friends have never been victim to the 11pm unsolicited life coaching session of a driver.
Hell, even one of my colleagues, Luca Lavigne, wrote a whole article thanking an Uber driver for her incomparable life advice.
Unlike Luca’s situation, my life advice is rarely welcome. And, it doesn’t come with the hope of actually improving my life. It is mostly slightly condescending and disapproving of my life choices.