So it was all going so well. The ride share driver arrived on time. When I got into the really nice car the Charlie Brown Christmas music was playing. Then a nice hymn. I remarked to him that I liked the music. He asked me if I was part of the Doctor convention and I told him that I was indeed working it. And that’s when the conversation took a hard turn. Actually, I quit talking and he went off on a rant about ivermectin curing cancer, telling me I could only get the truth from Newsmax, and these dumb Gen Z kids who can’t even write their name.
I hesitated on a tip amount, so I gave him the minimum. He did get me safely on time to my place of employment.