Trust is interesting currency. The other day I requested a ride from Lyft and was shown a photo of my smiling “new friend.” When she arrived, smile intact, I gave her the prerequisite fist bump and got in.
Never saw her before in my life. Total stranger. And total trust.
But what was I trusting? Lisa, my driver, was chatty and bright, easy to trust. But before I ever met Lisa, when she was still just pixels on my iPhone, I had decided that, barring a bloody axe on...