Uber's experiment in behavioral science to subtly entice drivers
I had a really bad date about a month ago. In a part of Brooklyn I&#x27;m not familiar with. Things started well, and the woman asked me if I would help her move some stuff because she was having some remodeling done. I was all, &quot;Okay. Sure.&quot;<p>I wasn&#x27;t set up all that well to begin with. Long day at work, tired. My phone was close to dead. So euphemism for hooking up or not, I went home with her. And she&#x27;s legit trying to move stuff. So I start helping out. She has a lot of art, and she&#x27;s telling me really specifically about where to put stuff. I take one painting and put it where I thought she wanted it.<p>That was not where she wanted it. Because the way I placed it in the closet it was touching some of her clothes. This was not okay. And she flips the fuck out on me and starts screaming at me about how I don&#x27;t care about her things.<p>Okay, okay. I&#x27;m sorry. We&#x27;re cool now, right honey bunny? We&#x27;re cool. She&#x27;s cool. So then we&#x27;re trying to move her biggest piece out of the living room. It&#x27;s an 8&#x27;x15&#x27;-ish mural. Large. Heavy. We get it off the wall hooks holding it up, and she straight up drops her end of it, causing the corner of the thing I was holding over my head to crash down on my face. The corner landed straight on my left eye and cut me on the eyebrow before sinking into the eye itself.<p>And then she starts screaming again about how this is what I deserve for disrespecting her art.<p>At this point, I&#x27;m out. I just left. I left my man purse and everything. Did not care. Just wanted out. Because this woman is crazy.<p>I had about 5% on my phone at that point, and I tried to get an uber to take me home. Got a connection to a driver, and my phone died. About this time, I started feeling really sketchy. Like something was wrong. Not wrong in a &quot;I&#x27;ve had too much to drink.&quot; but more like, &quot;There are probably drugs involved here.&quot; And I don&#x27;t do drugs.<p>Uber driver never showed up. I woke up in my apartment about 8 hours later. Have no idea how I got there. Judging from the way my legs felt, I suspect I walked the whole way home from Williamsburg to Ditmas Park. My entire face was caked in blood, and I had to get 6 stitches put in my left eyebrow and a badly blackened eye. Also ruined my favorite sweater and jeans. I mean, it was a date. I was dressed up nice.<p>Bonus points to Uber for charging me the cancellation fee. I get it, they are not an ambulance service or a medical team. But come on, you have to have a better solution to a user whose phone dies than, &quot;fuck you. give me five bucks.&quot;