Girl up, son!
The mother turned back towards me and asked: “Did you just said to your son to girl up?”
For all-out war and small victories – The Journal of an Uber Driver 25/25
When did life become an all-out war? And who’s really winning? It’s easy. To victor goes the spoils… and the winners are:
Entitled – The Journal of an Uber Driver 24/25
I think I’m a decent human being that will never be without sin and never feel entitled to pick up and throw a stone.
I’ve seen it before – The Journal of an Uber Driver 23/25
I have seen it before. As I start the engine, I place them each in a box large enough to fit them for the night, small enough to fit into a character description.
The list – The Journal of an Uber Driver 22/25
No matter how good the people I work with are, no matter how easy the project, there is always the what-if-something-goes-wrong worm digging through my brain.