These things are everywhere where I live; zipping around our little mainstreet and parked half-a-dozen deep at my daughter's school drop off. It's sot of a bougie contest whether you get one of these or a Rivian first when you move into the neighborhood (has to be a Rivian, because everyone already has a Tesla).
My snide commentary notwithstanding, my neighbor raves about theirs—I see them tooting around with their two kids laughing and screaming in the bucket. In tightly-plotted suburbs like ours with lots of restaurants and small businesses and ample bike lanes, I imagine it's a lot easier than loading the kids into the SUV and then hunting for parking.