Greasy like Sunday morning…

I called a Lyft to take me to Federal Donuts.

I think I just got fatter.

“This is MY dance space!”

Dear Lyft Driver,

I will never be so flummoxed by a seat belt that I’d require your hand anywhere near my hip to unbuckle. I’m just uncoordinated and needed 2 seconds.

Stop that. Bad touch.

Best,

Smug