Uber was so hot, outfit was ruined

If I’m being honest with you, I have become a bit of a hermit in my old age.

  • I’m just about 30 years old, and I hate going out if I don’t have to.

I’m not sure when exactly this happened, but at some point I grew extremely frustrated with the process of getting ready and going out on the town. Every night is basically the same and it’s extremely expensive. You get all dolled up, get yourself to an expensive location, and spend the entire evening trying to avoid the strangers bumping into you. At the end of the night, you go home empty and full of guilt for the stress that you’ve placed on your savings account. That’s why, it’s pretty rare if I bother going out anymore. In fact, the last time that I made an effort to meet my friends downtown, the entire night was ruined before I even arrived at the bar. I dressed myself nicely and did my makeup, only to climb inside an Uber and sweat everything off. From the moment that I sat down in the rented ride, I could tell that there was something wrong with my driver. He was coughing and sneezing non-stop, and the heating was blaring inside his vehicle. It felt like a sauna inside of his car. At one point, he asked me if the air temperature was too hot, and I politely told him that it could be a bit cooler for my preferences. It seemed like he fiddled with the thermostat dial, but I didn’t notice any change in the air temperature. Meanwhile, I was sweating profusely in the back seat. I could feel sweat dripping down my armpits and my forehead was covered in dew. By the time I arrived at the hottest new bar, I looked like I had just gotten out of the sauna.

Space heater