stuck in the uber with you

I’m in an Uber on my way back from a BBC radio recording up by Central Park. There are thirty-five minutes left of the journey. I know, because I can’t stop checking.

“Can you imagine?” says the driver.

“Wow,” I say. “It’s unbelievable.”

“The government, they want to kill us,” says the driver.

“Mmmmm,” I say.

“Can you imagine?”

“No,” I say.

It was a mistake t…