daulity
This morning, on my way to the airport, my Lyft driver asked: “Is piano your passion, or profession?” Of course, I said both, but what an interesting question.
Yesterday, on my way to the library at Northwestern, my Lyft driver asked if I was going there for work. “Sort of,” I said, and he chuckled. After thinking for a couple more seconds, I clarified, “Well, I’m not getting paid, so…”
“But you’re getting rich,” he said.