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What I've Been Thinking

Random thoughts from behind the wheel from the last few months.

> Ever since the American "excursion" into Iran, gas prices have spiked and I've kind of been on alert as to what it means to the hustle. What I'm seeing so far is more aggressive panhandling. My move historically has been to give a slow "No" head shake on approach, because it's a volume business for them, and I don't want to give false hope. As you move from daylight to late night (my usual shift), the sightings lessen. 

What seems to be happening now is the desperation is rising, so you see them in more places and for longer periods of time. You also, if it's late enough, get folks walking straight in front of your car, gesticulating more wildly, and just getting more intimidating.

My car is modest, a decade old, with some light cosmetic damage from a past deer strike, and prominent rideshare platform signage. I am not now, nor have ever been, a picture of rolling consumption and affluence. That no longer matters, because the margins for everyone on the road have been cut. As always, it impacts those with the least first.

> When costs for drivers rise, fewer people do it. My car gets 45 miles per gallon, so I'm much better off than most on this, but I'm still tempted to call it a day sooner when things get slow. So I have to think that surge prices are up (my per hour gross rates are higher, my net is the same), and wait times for passengers are longer. This hasn't turned into direct hostility from passengers to my knowledge, but I still insist on starting the ride with amenities that most drivers do not offer, so maybe that experience isn't the same for others.

> If you are of a certain age, you might remembr the movie version of the Who's rock opera "Tommy", in which the central character withdraws following a childhood trauma, and does not seem to see, hear or speak. Eventually he breaks out of this and becomes a religious figure who uses his past experience with his followers, with the lyric "Put on your earphones, put on your eye shades, you know where to put the cork."

And when passengers, many of them single travelers and younger, enter my car with headphones on and a prayerful pose to their omnipresent phone, all I can think is... I need to put some corks in the seatbacks.

Passengers of the world, I get it. You've had a day, and maybe this time in the car is the only respite you're going to get. You may be catching up to things you have had to let slide for entirely too long. Life is unseemly and many drivers are not going to say things you want to hear, and part of you is actively looking forward to self-driving cars that will seem less awkward and more safe. 

But the awkwardness you are feeling from basic human interactions will not dissipate with even fewer of them, and a society where a spiraling number of people aren't supporting themselves... is going to be more awkward still. 

So. Interact with the driver. Briefly, if you like. Confirm the identity and destination. Maybe engage in a little small talk, or at the very least, apologize for your upcoming isolation. Let's all treat each other the way we'd like to be treated, instead of a nuisance to be endured. It's a better ride and world, I promise.

> Speaking of driver interactions... there's an increasing amount of survelliance happening with the platforms pushing for dash cams, and presumptive recording of the ride's audio by either the driver or passenger's phone. I've had false accusations and platform deactivations in the past, which has caused fiscal harm, so I get it.

But I can't help but think that the trade off isn't worth it. That's computing power run amok (so, higher electicity and water bills for everyone, along with climate change consequences) with a side of constant state survalliance, and it's a when, not an if, for a gross misuse of that data to occur. And that's not even my biggest problem with it.

I'm an adult. In a country where free speech is supposed to be a core human right. And when you decide to chill it by pre-emptively recording it because you have decided that I am guilty until never proven innocent by dint of my choice of hustle, I'm going to... say only sanitized things, and very few of them, because that's the world you've created.

So those amenities? Not discussed. Restaurant reviews? Nope. Tips that might save you time and money in your next ride? Not on record. Chance that your rating is going to get a star or two taken away because I don't enjoy the world you are helping to enable? (Silence.)

> Finally, this. There are advantages to society, specifically known as a "network effect", when people are more or less on the same schedule. If most people don't have the weekend off, then weekends lose their utility, because you can't plan events that will be as well-attended. If most people have common songs in their lives, we can all sing along to them at ball games. If jokes reference events that everyone has heard of, they land with more people. And so on.

And when that effect is weakened, something is lost.

I'd point out how this impact rideshare, but, well, you can just read the earlier points and connect the dots, yes?

Silent Running

The downsides of gig work are many, but the most obvious one is a lack of paid sick time. I tend to have a reasonable constitution and steady habits, so an illness has to be pretty potent to get me off the road. And ever since the pandemic, the idea of making someone else ill with whatever I've got has been a big, well, no.

So this weekend, I picked up a bug, bombed it with meds and felt good enough to work and not be contagious... but I've lost my voice. This isn't the first time that I've had this happen, due to a youth spent singing in rock bands, but it is new to this age of life, which involves rideshare.

There is nothing like the absence of an ability to make you focus on that ability, and you may be surprised by how much conversation happens in the course of a shift. If nothing else, the reflexive action of confirming name and address, as well as the presence of amenities or use of the trunk, is off the table... and if your passengers have a conversation that ties into your particular interests, or with obvious errors that you might be able to correct or inform, it's a kind of mild torture.

But for the most part, being forced to be silent as a driver is just the way this driver is choosing to do the work on this day, and some passengers won't even notice, especially if they are wearing headphones or on a phone conversation during the call. I suspect it's generally a negative practice for inspiring tipping, but small sample sizes do not inspire confidence.

Because the Rideshare Gods are funny, or depending on how you look at things, merciful... the shift that had the most Silent Running was, of course, during a good amount of surge price. Can't talk? Have fares that want to. Can talk? Have fares that don't. Leading to one of the last ones of the night, a multi-stop affair where I've got so much to say to the last passenger that, at the end of the ride, I'm furiously jotting down contact info on a post-it note.

Freedom of speech, folks. Pops up in the weirdest places.


The Command Performance

 I've been doing this for over 9 years and 40,000 rides now, and for the past few, I've really been making the effort to stay closer to home, even if it costs me a few bucks or takes me a little extra time. The chance of getting into some kind of automotive trouble spikes further away, whether it's a flat tire, missed signal, etc., etc., and I also enjoy being able to give local recommendations for food and such. If your rideshare driver is stressed, that can't be good for tips, either -- and my tips percentage has definitely gone up over the years.

The side effect of this is how, especially when your hours are relatively consistent (i.e., I usually work nights), you are going to run into the same customers from time to time. And when your ride is distinctive, or you insist on consistently quirky amenities, it gets memorable.

Which can be a little awkward, because, well, I've got a go to list of conversational tactics and topics that I'll hit, rather than risk driving while doing Serious Thinking. And as much as you might want me to stick to playing the hits... you probably actually, well, don't.

So, if you get in the car and recognize me, by all means, feel free to start a conversation. But give me something new to work with, because (spoiler alert)... I probably don't remember the last time I took you somewhere, given the, um, 40,000 rides.

Also, this. 

If I *do* remember everything we talked about the last time?

I might not have done so, with, shall we say, perfect kindness and charity...

Amuse-bouche bloglets

An amuse-bouche, for those of you who don't do the French, is a small bite of something tasty to tide you over until a real meal happens. Which also tends to happen when you work the hustle routinely; things that aren't a full story, but worthy of note on their own. Including, but not limited to... 

> There is no weather that will force Certain Women who attend Greek college events to wear a protective layer of clothing. On some level, you have to admire the commitment.

> There is also no weather that will keep Angry Old White Drunks from fighting in the streets of Trenton. I can only assume it had something to do with a halftime show being mostly in Spanish.

> A recant fare chose to purchase a ride for a guest, who they then gave the name of (g-word) (n-word), only without my web subtlety. The fare canceled the ride, which gave me the easiest $3.90 of the day, and presumably made the purchaser have to do it again. I'm not here to shame anyone for how they choose to spend their money, but, um...

> I picked up a Fredo, who did not (gravitas on) BREAK MY HEART. (If you don't get the reference, either I am too old, or you are too young, and maybe both.)

> I recently picked up a local college football player who was discussing his post-school options, most of which involved "the three-letter agencies." He was giving up his final year of eligibility, rather than risk his future earning power to repeated injury. Which made me think, well, if you actually are concerned about athletic achievement, I know of one three-letter agency you won't be applying to...

> There is a local chicken place in The Hood which is called "Super Pollo." It has a superhero chicken carrying a covered round plate, which presumably meanse his superpower is to kill and sell his friends and family for money. There is also a "Super Pollo 2". 

Whenever I drive past these places, my mind starts to imagine 

a) the rest of the Super Pollo Cinematic Universe, possibly with side order sidekicks

b) a Tupac-Bigge style rap battle between Super Pollo 1 and Super Pollo 2

c) having lucha libre wrestlers fight each other in Super Pollo 1 and Super Pollo 2 costumes, preferably on the sidewalk outside the restaurant

d) how, if I had All The Moneys In The World, all of this work would exist, and 

e) how it is probably for the best that I do not have All The Moneys In the World.

> Marketing slogan for a beer in the hood: "It Ain't Gonna Drink Itself." Well, the truth is important...

> Recent email from Uber: "Let's stop human trafficking, together". Which my suspicious mind read as a tacit admission that Uber's been up to some things, and is making a very big presumption on me...

When restaurant reviews take a turn

I try to work local to my home. It's easier on the wallet, kidneys, shock absorbers, etc. It also lets me trade off restaurant reviews with other locals, which tends to be (a) not very divisive as conversations go, (b) conducive to good learning, and (c) a good leading indicator in front of a tip.

I'm engaged in this with a recent passenger in a rougher neighborhood that's close to mine. I tell her how my favorite Chinese place is next to a car wash and will discount if you pay cash. She replies with how her favorite is... behind bulletproof glass.

This hustle reminds you to be grateful in, well, so many ways...

What I've Been Thinking

Random thoughts from behind the wheel from the last few months. > Ever since the American "excursion" into Iran, gas prices hav...