IN San Francisco recently, I was running late for a meeting, desperate for a ride. But no buses or cabs were in sight.
Then I remembered a service called Lyft. I pulled out my smartphone and quickly downloaded the application, which lets regular people act as chauffeurs for a fee. As instructed, I entered my location — then crossed my fingers and waited.
Five anxious minutes later, a clean black Audi pulled up, with a chatty young man at the wheel. I jumped in and we made friendly small talk. I gave him advice for his future trip to New York, and he invited me to a party that night in the city. We reached my destination, and I slid out of my seat, transferred $10 to the service through the Lyft app, and walked into my meeting with a smile.
Commander of the Apps, Except the One for Guilt
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Seeded on Sun Sep 23, 2012 9:06 AM
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