There is nothing people in New York love more than pretending to like disgusting cocktails so they seem more sophisticated…just order a vodka soda like an adult
Uber drivers need to rate passengers before the end of the ride. I want them to have to look me in the eyes as they give me one star when my friend stumbles into the car 12 minutes after I promised they’d be out in 1. I mean, at least have the decency to humiliate me to my face.
Nothing makes me feel more productive than successfully moving from the couch to the door to pick up my Uber Eats order from a restaurant well within walking distance