My Son Can Uber Home

Summary

My son had his eye on a car. We had negotiated everything down to the final penny, and the only thing left to do was pay.

I had taken a day off from work specifically to accompany him to the dealership. But just as I was reaching into my purse to pull out my credit card, a voice note from his girlfriend, Amber, chimed on his phone.

"Tell your mom to take an Uber back after she pays," her voice drawled through the speaker. "This car is for the two of us. If she has any self-respect, she won't even try to sit in it."