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Risky Analysis
In general I love being a rideshare driver. It takes me out of myself, which is always a good thing for people who tend to stay inside themselves a lot. Sometimes I get downright claustrophobia inside myself - so meeting new people and taking them to places they want to go is a really cool way to spend a few hours. But ….
The risks in this kind of work are great. Beyond the usual possibilities – getting in an accident, (which I tried and didn’t like) – getting a red light camera ticket ($490) (which I paid even though I wasn’t guilty) the prospect of getting mugged, robbed and hijacked (which I haven’t tried yet but expect will be fun), there’s the intensely psychological risk. If a passenger thinks you think you’re more important than they are - you’re cooked - just like those scrambled eggs I love. I’ve learned this the hard way after giving rides and getting flattened by ratings from pampered, ego-infested, cock-sure, Marin teenagers who are charging the ride to daddy’s credit card.
For the record, the overwhelming majority of teens I’ve given rides to have been a delight – intelligent, courteous and personable. But it’s the few bad ones that get lodged in your consciousness like a piece of rancid chicken that’s been caught between your teeth. It causes pain every time you chew on a thought. No amount of mental flossing can seem to get rid of the memory of a few spoiled brats who have inherited a sense of entitlement from a father or mother who no doubt is an extremely semi-important personage. Sometimes in such trying circumstances, it’s difficult to remember I’m these kids personal driver too - as Uber makes a point of emphasizing in their PR material.