10/10 Brought the Jeep to inspection. Rather than waiting in the shop, I got driven home, and later picked up again, by the shop’s shuttle service: a driver who was amused when I was about to open the rear door, and insisted I’d sit in the front, he wasn’t an Uber, after all. I was surprised at my ability to make smalltalk for the 10-minute ride, although I’m sure he must have realized how strangely hollow everything is I come up with. We talked about the roads in the city and how it’s clear to him that nobody ever fixes anything – I can see how that decides elections. He was intrigued by where I come from, and utterly pleased when I taught him the word Arschgeige.