I am recalling a Lyft driver I had in North Carolina once. He was a retired man from South Carolina, and he didn’t volunteer information, just answered all my questions in that southern twang that you don’t get to hear in California.
He said that after he retired, his “honey-do” list kept getting longer and longer. “Honeydew list? What’s that,” I asked.
“Well, that’s when your honey is telling you what to do. A honey-do list.” So he started driving through Lyft to get out of the house.
It makes me miss North Carolina – the slowness.
