Sleep with a stranger -- and save
My flight is early, but so is Timothy Miller. Even before I've deplaned, he texts that he's in the Sea-Tac Airport waiting lot.
Miller and I have never met. But I recognize his shiny black Fiat 500 from its photo on the car-sharing site RelayRides. I climb in, and after dropping him off at his house, drive off in his car.
Minutes later, my cellphone rings. "I was supposed to check your license," he says. "You're already down the hill?"