You Got the Pipes

I told the Uber driver I was headed to DFW, and he asked me what airline. “American,” I said. “God help me.” “I got a million miles on those guys,” he said. “Me too.” “And another million on United,” he said. “I got you beat there. Two and a half million for me, last I checked. And maybe another million on Delta.” My driver, whose name was Peter, nodded slowly. I could tell from the back of his head that he could feel my pain. “That was another life,” he said. “But I’m done with all that. I don’t travel Read More