Uber ridership has cratered and no one knows when it’ll come back.— The Washington Post (@washingtonpost) August 10, 2020
Frequent riders said it was like Uber "didn’t exist" anymore. Longtime observers fear riders won’t come back after lockdowns ease up. https://t.co/agniYdiw88
Can't say as I'm too upset. Uber is a shell game, a con job. I used my car for work, once. In college, the only job I could get in the small town of my university was delivering newspapers no one wanted. Seriously. I drove a very rural route tossing papers to homes, trying to get them to subscribe. No one did. It was rural East Texas, the paper was out of Houston; they didn't care what was going on in Houston.
I drove for a few months, enough to buy a cheap engagement ring for my wife (why not tell it all, now?). I was paid handsomely, mostly for mileage. I put a lot of miles on my car in a short time. I used it up. It didn't take that long. I got paid for the use of my car. I didn't get paid enough to replace it.
I learned from the experience never to take a job that required I use my car; I'd never get paid enough to recover my expenses. That's why Uber is a con job. You aren't driving your car for you; it's for somebody else. It offers the illusion that you're making money from your car. You can't make money from your car. You can make money driving somebody else's car; but the economics of driving your own car is the same economics as playing the tables in a casino, or worse, the slot machines. You're always going to lose that game.
I don't really lose sleep over the existence, or the non-existence, of Uber. It's another system of exploitation, that's all. They grow up like weeds. The shame is that we allow it. Then again, we allow covid-19 to run rampant, too. The rest of the world knows better. Why don't we?
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