New York City—NIGHT

You’re going to a luxurious hotel to spend a vacation there. So, you book a cab and the next thing you know, you’re on the highway sitting at the backseat.

The driver turns on the radio.

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Driver: “This is my favourite song, y’know.” He says in a low voice as he keeps his eyes on the road. After a few minutes, you get a notification on your phone. Checking it, you widen your eyes as you see what it reads.

Dave: “Hey, this is your Uber driver. I’m at your house. Where are you?”*

That’s strange…if that’s your driver who’s texting, then who’s sitting at the driver’s seat? But before you can text back, your phone runs out of charge. Great. The ‘driver’ notices your confused look through the rear view mirror.

Driver: “Everything all right, miss?”