The Minor Joys of Chance Encounters

I found myself marooned in a relatively long Uber conversation about the meaning of life. And I think I liked it.

There I was again, in an Uber with a driver who seemed to want nothing more than to chat. In this case, she had a number of life lessons for me. I was vaguely irritated. I had work to get done, and I was hoping to have twenty minutes to type away, under the illusion perhaps that I could fight time by taking these bite-sized drives and making them into m…