Denise and Clay both drive for Lyft in San Francisco
They both agree, it’s a great gig.
What shocks the living daylights out of them is the number of “kids/millenials ” who call for a Lyft and get in the cab without saying a word.
Zero. Zip. Nada.
Not “Hey,” “Hi,” “Dude, how ya doing?” “Wow! is it hot!” and never, Neve ever, “Thanks.”
The drivers said their passengers are Zombies. No personality, No affect.
Denise avoids Rush Hour driving – the “kids” seem to hold the drivers responsible for the slow traffic, traffic jams, red lights, or Van Ness Blvd being ripped up.
Yes, they do.