I hop in the Uber at 4:15a in Phoenix. Driver is a young Cuban guy - he's got tiny boxing gloves with Cuba on them hanging from the rear view mirror. He's listening to some funky Latin music when I get in the car. He sees me in the dome light and once we're underway he switches the playlist. Tunes include...
Patrick Swayze: She's like the wind.
Whitney Houston: I will always love you
BeeGees: How deep is your love
I couldn't be offended because I knew all the words to every song that came up.
