Maybe it’s the new coronavirus or something else, but I feel like death warmed over. There is no way I can do my Uber gig but I need money. Despite my aching head, I came up with a solution: ask my friend (actor, singer, waiter) to drive for me and take a percent. Surprisingly, he agreed.
Even more surprising, he had a blast. He said he wanted to not only help me but put a flourish on the job, make the role of independent contractor shiny and new. He taped the whole thing.
And he wants to drive next Saturday.
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