I squirmed in my seat, thinking that I could get out of my car and join them, but I needed at least three more pings to end the night and I was hoping for larger tips because the fare charges wouldn’t be enough. I could’ve been there with the rest of the city, but I wasn’t. Baa, baa. Who were the sheep anyways? I wanted to be one of those people holding megaphones, leading crowds into chants. I was useless in my car, even though I was essential and working in order to survive. I was nobody if I wasn’t there.
