Hi Lyft Driver!
It sure is weird that you chose birth control methods as a topic of conversation, but I guess I can see how we got here. We started out talking about kids and... well, it didn't naturally make it's way there, when I think about it. Kids to birth control is a hard jump, and I think you
brought up the kid thing.
Anyway, I'm not squeamish and I am polite, so god damn it I am gonna have this conversation with you, but I am
going to talk about it in the abstract. "Yes, these various methods exist, one might be interested in trying this particular method." But, if we're going down this fucking road, Lyft driver, you're gonna need to heed one very simple rule: Never ask me
“What does it feel like?”
And when I demure from this line of questioning with something fairly explicit, such as "I don't want to talk about that." (because in addition to everything else it isn't even noon yet), this is not a more acceptable followup:
“But does it feel good?”
It's too bad I have to wait for the ride to be over before I can rate you, but here we go:
...Because I mean, you didn't make me hold your sandwich like Healslime's driver did.