Undercover Uber and a Fuzzy Monkey
We live in a world where everything has become a side hustle. People have "missions" now, not just jobs. Jobs don't cut it. Unless they're butchers. Or provide circumcisions. Your accountant is secretly a weekend beekeeper and sells honey door to door. The dentist runs a TikTok that rates hotel pillows. And Uber drivers? Let's just say some of those barbarians of the road act like they're on an assignment for the CIA. This came true for me a week ago when I found myself in the backseat of a 1994 Toyota Corolla doing 126 in a 40 zone driven by what can only be described as a hairy, deranged lunatic who considered himself the best of the best of Undercover Ubers. And he smelled of canned cheese. The kind with a spray nozzle. Operation: Ride Share It started off like any other ride request. I tapped the app and began watching the little digital car zigzag toward me on the map. I waited. A nondescript sedan showed up. How nondescript? It was the kind of car tha...