My phone rang – someone was calling from a Washington D.C. number. I usually ignore unknown numbers, but something made me answer this time.
“Hi, this is *Frank, your Lyft driver. I see you have a chair, will it fit in the back of a regular-sized sedan?”
I’d forgotten I had my account on the accessibility setting. This must have been why the only available driver was over 15 minutes away – Lyft had to find someone who could transport a wheelchair.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot I had the accessibility setting on. I don’t have my chair with me.”
“Oh…ok. Well, I’m – I guess I’m about 10 minutes away. Bye.”
In my mind I began creating an awkward (or worse – judgmental) hypothetical conversation for when Frank arrived. Continue reading What do you use your chair for? How a Lyft driver wore me out.