When you identify your Lyft driver as potentially having bipolar disorder
I remember September 27, 2018 like it was yesterday. When Ashley* picked me up from my apartment Thursday morning, I thought it would be like the 138 past Lyft rides I’ve taken since 2017. I was wrong.
After I waived to Ashley from the curb, I got settled into the right back seat. The doors locked, and she asked me the usual question.
“You from here?”
“Yes, I’m a local.”
“That’s great! I’m from …