Last night I returned from Amsterdam. Four days of traversing the Holland countryside had me drained, plus my connecting flight was delayed by five hours, two hours of which we were in the air before we returned to the ground. (Yes, we went up into sky before the pilot announced they found a "small technical issue" so we had to return to the Keflavik airport, and then we waited three hours to re-board. Nice to see you again, Iceland.)

The point is, I was exhausted. I walked out of customs with Uber up on my phone. I left my car 7.5 miles away at my friend's parents' Maryland home. Estimated fare was $11-$15, which I thought was a bit high, but I'm used to splitting fare three ways and only going three miles to a downtown bar in Richmond. Whatever. I requested.

A man walked up to me and asked where I needed to go. I totally forgot cab drivers hang around airport like flies at a trashcan.