One day, airports will figure out a civilized method for catching an Uber after your flight, but that day was not last Sunday at O’Hare as a maelstrom of confused travelers stared into an endless stream of gray Toyota Camrys. Having made facial contact with my driver and exchanged names, I settled in for a bumper to bumper drive to my hotel and we began chatting.
"Do you mind if I ask what your accent is?" I queried. "I travel a lot but I can’t place it."
"Siberian," he laughed. "I know it's confusing...