a letter

 


dear Minneapolis Uber drivers,


First off, thank you all for rattling off hundreds of restaurant and hiking recommendations when I told you I just moved here for a summer internship. I know you thought I was diligently taking notes, but I was actually just texting.

Thank you for forewarning me about the arctic tundra that is the Minneapolis winter to come. To some of you, I admitted that I was only here for the summer, which required my attempting to explain advertising and that I do not in fact shoot TV commercials for a living. To the rest of you, I pretended that I moved here permanently, and expressed my fear of said winter. Please don’t take it personally.

David, I want you to know that I don’t hold it against you. And by “it” I mean getting us lost on my first day of work and nearly making me late, resulting in my nearly full-fledged panic attack. Because you were a local, you insisted that the backroads were the way to go. I appreciate you trying your best.

Daniel Joseph, thank you for debunking the “Minnesota nice” myth for me. Minnesotans are indeed nice, but also passive aggressive. It was especially apparent while driving.

And perhaps my most memorable Uber ride, the one where I was trembling, crying, and hysterical: I thank you, Anquenette. I was on my way out of that “godforesaken state” as I so put it then. You were so kind in my most vulnerable condition, when you could have easily just ignored me and focused on the road. When you dropped me off, you gave me a hug. My Uber driver gave me a hug. You said to me upon releasing our embrace, “it will get better”.

And I believed you. Today, I would like to tell you that you were right.

Thank you all for cranking the AC, aggressively tailgating when I was late to work, and telling me about your children’s hopes and dreams. You all were utter strangers to me and me to you. I had no close friends or family with me in the Twin Cities, but I got a little glimpse of your friends, families and lives. And it made me feel a little less alone.