We were late one morning. Sara sent me and Jackie off in a Lyft so I could drop her off quicker at school. I realized during the trip that it was a driverless car and pointed it out excitedly to Jackie, who didn’t really seem to care. Then I noticed the driver and felt embarrassed that I’d said aloud that we were in a driverless car. He’d now driven way past where he should have turned. I called out to him. He couldn’t hear me because he was wearing headphones. Finally he did, and responded in French. I explained to him in French what he’d done and where he now needed to go.