Disclaimer: I didn’t verify whether he actually bought the Tesla S or not. This is what he told me.
Today, Dani and I went to watch Baby Driver. It was meh. The director seemed to have problem deciding whether to make an action or a romantic movie, and he ended up doing both. The best part of our cinematic experience was actually the Uber drivers taking us back and forth.
The first driver was an earnest guy in his mid 20s. He drove a nice Toyota Corolla whose window pockets were filled with water and granola bars. “You’re welcome to have some.” “No thank you. I’m good.” When Dani and I saw a checker cab with “You can book us online with curb” painted on the side, I wondered out loud if “curb” was Uber for taxis, and the driver laughed hysterically. I was feeling pretty good about myself until I realized that he laughed hysterically at almost every attempt at jokes we made. Continue reading “[Day 486] This guy bought a Tesla Model S to drive Uber select hoping to potential investors”
Not to brag, but last night my Uber driver hit on me. On the one hand, I’m flattered. On the other, it makes me feel slightly uncomfortable. He drives in my area and I often take Uber late at night. What if he resents me for saying no and I have him again in the future?
Continue reading “[Day 79] Is it okay for Uber drivers to hit on their customers?”
Living a non-driving adult life in Bay Area means that I will have to Uber a lot. On an average day, I take two Uber trips, and on days when I go out, I’d easily make 5 or 6 or even more Uber trips. In San Francisco, Uber has “UberPool” in which you share a Uber with random strangers. I always feel slightly excited whenever I take a UberPool because you never know who you are going to meet. As my friend Tucker put it, UberPool is like a chatroulette on the go. With San Francisco being the heart of all kinds of ideologies, movements, tech, arts, expressions and the home of all kinds of people: startup founders, software engineers, activists, artists, chefs, new age bums, hipsters, nouveau riche, old rich, you never know who you are going to meet.
Continue reading “[Day 72] San Francisco’s Chatroulette on the Go”