I seem to write for Obiter whenever something odd happens in my life – a noticeably hot day in Fall, in shorts and a tank top sipping a Starbucks PSL (which unsurprisingly has happened once again this year). However, this time it’s about the need to catch my flight to a particularly windy city. Now, before I begin, I want to add a disclaimer that Uber is wonderful and I am thankful for its...
The Evolution of Strangers Driving Us Around: The Dark Side of Uber
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