Cinco de Mayo is always a fun time in Phoenix. It's highly publicized and represents much more than the historical event signifies.
Formally, Cinco De Mayo is a celebration of Mexico winning the war over France's Battle of the Puebla during the Franco Mexican War from 1861 to 1867. In Phoenix the holiday is filled with much celebration, I guess because Arizona used to BE Mexico.
For this annual event, I had planned to meet a girlfriend to celebrate sans driving. We both decided that we would celebrate by visiting a local restaurant that was featuring a live band. Knowing that the restaurant was a few miles from home, we decided that driving was not wise. No sense in taking chances, right?!
After hearing the live band on a hot Phoenix night, we called our Uber driver. He was a nice guy who was happily chatting away talking about the holiday happenings. I couldn't figure out his accent and asked him about it. Nope - he was a local.
After dropping off my girlfriend, the driver headed to my house. We chatted about real estate as he was interested in getting his license. After we stopped at my house, I gave him some final insights about getting his license. Since it was dark, I only had the moonlight to chat and he took off after I turned to head into my house.
Immediately I know I goofed. My phone was in the backseat of his car. I didn't have his number for some reason?!
I immedately started working with Uber to get my phone back, but nothing came to light so far. The driver I learned later had driven back to my house after making a few trips to deliver my phone but since I didn't have a doorbell I didn't hear him.
The next day I emailed a friend since I had no phone, to connect with him about getting my phone back. The driver, coincidently had texted my friend as he was the last person I contacted on my phone. They connected and found a location for me to meet to pick up my phone. All of this was managed by email.
When I met the Uber driver, Samuel, I realized why his voice sounded different. His face was severly disfigured from what appeared to be a fire accident. I wasn't expecting that but tried to appear generic with my reaction so I wouldn't cause him any discomfort.
The driver went on to tell me that he had tried to deliver my phone and wasn't sure how to get it to me. He actually met me halfway to my house, which was a good 35 miles away from his house.
My hats off to Samuel, the Uber driver, who has a heart of gold and a dynamic personality displaying courage in the face of adversity. Good for you for your determination and tenacity. And if you get your license, I'll be there rooting for you. All the best!