My husband returned on Thursday and I picked him up from the airport.  On the ride home I told him I picked up his car on Wednesday.  As we came to a stoplight he leaned over and gave me a kiss.  He looked tired and in a delirious kind of way he said, "You'd make a really good Uber driver baby".  

"Hmm." I started, but before I could say a word, he leaned back in his seat.

"But, I wouldn't want to put Larry out of a job or anything."  He closed his eyes and started to rest.  My eyes wide open and mind racing I immediately realized who Larry was talking about.  Should I just ask him about his offer.  Should I wait?  What if he doesn't really want the job?

By the next morning, I was committed to tell my husband about our shared Uber experience.  I wasn't really upset with Larry.  He wasn't really sharing anything real personal, only that work travel is hard on families.  But, I didn't want my husband to feel as if I knew something he wasn't really wanting to share with me.  We both supported each other's career decisions and that his was primary since he earned more.

My husband made it easy on me.  He told me that Larry told him he should tell me something.  Had I not spoken to Larry myself I would have been really freaking out, but I just smiled and said, "Oh?"  I too shared with him my Uber drive to get his car and that I didn't for one minute in the ride think Larry was talking about him since I ordered the Uber clear across town.  We laughed and both agreed Larry deserved 5 stars for friendly conversation and good advice.  We also decided my husband should take the offer and that I would go back to work full-time so that we can share income and household stuff together.  It's a small world even in a big city!