I’m no fan of Uber. The phrase ‘sharing economy’ is a distraction, a smokescreen behind which a couple of ‘platform capitalism’ giants exploit cheap labour and—crucially—devise ever more ingenious ways of siphoning and monetising data.
So as far as I’m concerned, Uber—the service, the platform, and the brand—can go suck a lemon. At the heart of that exploitative platform, though, as always, are the workers. And those workers have to—again: as always—put up with a lot of shit. Due to the nature of their profession, Uber drivers are exposed to a very particular set of workplace hazards. One of the most annoying of those must be drunken entitlement. Drunken entitlement is a hell of a thing. ‘In vino veritas’, they say, and, just like with prejudice, once the booze starts to flow, entitlement always gradually reveals itself.
To wit: This Uber driver picking up a group of girls during a night out. They have a slight disagreement over the number of people allowed in his car. As he describes the situation:
A group of girls wanted to fit more than 4 people in an Uber X. I declined as it’s against both state law, and is a violation of having a rideshare permit.
I can’t tell if I’m watching an SNL sketch or not: