I hopped into an Uber. One of my first. Would the driver be ‘black cab’ chatty, or would the whole process of booking a car through a phone app remove that human element?
I sat back appreciating clear blue skies after another frosty London night. Glorious sunshine encouraged conversation and I couldn’t resist on reverting to that classic opening line.
“Oh yes, it’s beautiful alright. How long will it last though?” said Afonso.
“Well, I guess we get the good and the bad, the latter makes you appreciate the first – right?” I commented.
“Oh yeah, that was brought home to me very recently by my son.” I caught his eye in the mirror.
I’ve had a notion to ask an Uber driver his story for a while now and this was my chance. How had he come about this work I wondered and had he always been a cab driver?
Conversations with Strangers 