My Uber driver is “known for great conversation”, and why, God, why, and hasn’t this injury that prevents me from driving been punishment enough already?
The only great conversation with a stranger is the one that never took place. I want my grumpy, solitary life back.
I’m with you there. Why do people think that silence is awkward?
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As advertised, the driver is very, and I mean VERY, talkative.
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We talked about the weather. 46 long, long minutes on the evergreen subject of weather.
I wish I drank.
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Used to hate small talk of all kinds too, but it’s something I’ve actually started to look forward to lately. Last time time I talked to a taxi driver it was about how he, an african guy, got some mafiosos smuggle him from a university in Moscow into the EU in the middle of winter.
Anyone driving a car for other people is pretty close to the bone as far as having direct experience of society – and an uber driver probably has all kinds of opinions about doing a job that’d normally be a self employed owner-operator kind of thing, and still kind of is, but now your boss is an algorithm.
Every chance you missed the opportunity for a much better conversation about things you’re actually interested in.
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