Fuck Uber. And Wanderlust. I'll take a farty smellin' puke-stained cab any day of the week, thanks.
(Why does everything have to be socially viable anymore?) Personally, I remember the peace I once felt on a Susquehanna Trailways bus passing through Jim Thorpe, PA and old miner towns, looking out the window and winding through the decay and harsh greatness that once was. I had my own thoughts to myself. What's wrong with that?
That wonderful alone feeling is completely nullified with some (albeit well-meaning) person asking you what you do for a living and blathering on about the goddamn weather for 4 fucking hours.
I'm with you. Nothing against the people desperate enough to work for Über―it's all the "sharing economy" fairy dust the writers keep spewing about Über's using one neat trick to evade the responsibilities of being an employer.
Fuck Uber. And Wanderlust. I'll take a farty smellin' puke-stained cab any day of the week, thanks.
(Why does everything have to be socially viable anymore?) Personally, I remember the peace I once felt on a Susquehanna Trailways bus passing through Jim Thorpe, PA and old miner towns, looking out the window and winding through the decay and harsh greatness that once was. I had my own thoughts to myself. What's wrong with that?
That wonderful alone feeling is completely nullified with some (albeit well-meaning) person asking you what you do for a living and blathering on about the goddamn weather for 4 fucking hours.
tl;dr: I hate Uber and I like stinky cabs.
I'm with you. Nothing against the people desperate enough to work for Über―it's all the "sharing economy" fairy dust the writers keep spewing about Über's using one neat trick to evade the responsibilities of being an employer.