Today, I got into my Uber. My anti-social self settled into the back seat, opening The Financial Post for a good distraction as I headed towards my destination. “Do you mind if I turn on some music”, asks my middle-aged Uber drive. “Sure, go for it”, I replied without thinking twice. This was another savior from a conversation I wouldn’t know how to carry. That is, until I heard myself humming a familiar tune. I looked up, and yes, without doubt, Mr Brightside was playing. “OMG I LOVE this song!!”, I stated startling my Uber driver. “Yeah?, it’s my favorite too, do you know all the lyrics”. “YES!!!”, I replied enthusiastically. My Uber driver turned up the volume, and we proceeded down Front Street West, music blaring and singing to the top of our lungs, a song we knew too well. Sometimes its moments like these that take you out of the shell you feel so safe in.