I was out delivering Uber Eats one night and made a delivery to a young woman who called me “sir.”
Twice.
After the deal was done, I looked at myself in the rear view mirror and wondered, “What did she see that makes her think I’m a ‘sir.’ I don’t know if it’s wrinkles, my shirt being buttoned all the way to the top, or my receding hairline…”
Or maybe she meant it as a gesture of respect. Yes, let’s go with that. Anyway, that was… fun.
-Out of the Wilderness
