I have yet to book a ride through Uber, but now I have a pretty good idea of what it’s like to drive for Uber, at least in Portland, Ore.:
“GEORGE—eyebrows grown crazy, like weeds. Don’t these people ever look in the mirror? I can see the wild hairs in my rear view—sprouting out of each brow. Pick him up at Powell’s Books and take him to hotel across river. An old vet (veterinarian, not military) in town for a conference. Continue Reading →
