Rosena Fung for The Chronicle Review
It came out of the blue. A curious email from the desk of one John Pinna: “John Pinna thinks you’d be a perfect Lyft driver,” the message said. What’s more, it promised an extra cash bonus “just for signing up through John’s link.”
A Google search suggested no direct connection between Mr. Pinna and Lyft, but that anyone should think of me — former journalist, retired university professor, and 80 years old to boot — as “a perfect Lyft driver” was puzzling even if flattering. I hate driving. I don’t see well on dark, rainy nights. I can rarely find my way around the Washington, D.C., area, where we live, let alone the many nearby neighborhoods in Maryland and Virginia. I always get lost.
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