Aritzia sweater, Banana Republic collared shirt, Tibi shoes, Ray-Ban sunglasses, Rodarte necklace
I know this may come off completely rude and antisocial, but I absolutely hate talking to my uber/lyft/taxi driver. It's like I'm in the Twilight Zone of chit chat--and I hate chit chat. I hate chit chat with people I know, let alone people I don't know who are driving me 2 miles to get to the mall. It's like, yeah, the weather is nice, no I don't watch the Giants games, the traffic IS really bad today, and yes, AGAIN, the weather IS nice, and no, your really offensive joke wasn't funny, but I'll nervously laugh anyways because I don't want to talk you about the "worthless busses in the city shuttling old Chinese people around, taking up all the street space." You mean shuttling them HOME FROM WORK?! Or, even worse, when your chit chat turns serious and your driver starts crying and before you know it you're comforting her about that time she had to drive a woman only two blocks and it was just such a short distance to call a driver and then something about being from Croatia. I just wanted a ride to Chipotle. So don't be offended if you pick me up and I'm wearing headphones, but you can't hear anything coming out of them. That's because there's no music on. I'm not listening to anything except the awkward silence of you taking me to my destination.
Gucci bag, Tibi shoes
