I always call the Uber driver when they’re on their way because inevitably, I’m on the wrong side of the street or I’m bad about car brands and can’t find a Kia in a sea of Hondas. I’m in Chicago visiting customers. I call the driver and a woman answers.
“Hi! This is Amy!’ I scream into the wind. “I’m on the corner of Michigan and Huron. Black and white sweater and a colorful scarf.”
“What?” she yells, “I didn’t hear a word you said!”
We start laughing and as I begin repeating myself, she pul...