If you're thinking about becoming an Uber driver in your spare time, you should perhaps check out Mickey Rapkin's dispatch in the March issue of GQ about the life you face driving your city's trendy 20-somethings around.
Uber is the controversial car service of surge pricing fame. Their business operates in two divisions: UberBLACK, a black car service with which riders can hail town cars with relative ease, and UberX, a service that allows any Joe who can pass a background check and owns a ride that meets some decency standards to act as a driver. (We do mean literally any old Joe, even Joe Jonas.) UberX is the cheaper of the two options, obviously, and the sign-up process is simple. Rapkin runs into no trouble becoming an Uber driver. His plan is to work for one week in Los Angeles and relay the experience back to us, the readers of GQ.
Over the course of 24 rides, Rapkin discovered that driving for Uber is a lot like driving any old cab. Drunk people treat you like both the nicest person in the world, or garbage, depending on the ride. Couples are cute and will remind you of your own lonely existence. Some people will sit in the backseat and talk your ear off. Others will stay silent the entire ride. The really weird people sit in the front seat. But mostly you spend your time hoping the next fare will not end in your fatality. "I was basically picking up hitchhikers and trying to convince myself: Murderers don't use iPhones," Rapkin writes.