AdamSmith

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Every time I see this thread's headline I think it is about galleries. Sigh.

PS Joan recounted one time being at a dinner party with some of her truly stratospherically wealthy friends, and one said to her, "Oh Joan, you don't have to think about money any more than the rest of us do."
 
Joan said she replied, "I promise you I am the only person in this room who is playing Cleveland on Saturday night!"

Getting way off the OP here, but another thing about Joan that came out in 'A Piece of Work,' and in the many reminiscences and articles after her death, was how hard she worked, worked, worked for her dough. Not from fear of poverty but, as she herself said, from loving the work itself, and also from not wanting to 'pull it in' and live more modestly. What also came through in all that coverage was how generous she was to friends and acquaintances.

Getting way off the OP here, but another thing about Joan that came out in 'A Piece of Work,' and in the many reminiscences and articles after her death, was how hard she worked, worked, worked for her dough. Not from fear of poverty but, as she herself said, from loving the work itself, and also from not wanting to 'pull it in' and live more modestly. What also came through in all that coverage was how generous she was to friends and acquaintances.

A missionary goes to a deep, dark part of Africa that no white man had ever seen before. The inhabitants of the village had never met anyone outside their own tribe.
 
The missionary spread his message to the tribe and they accepted him. Then, nine months after his arrival, the tribal chief's wife gave birth to a blond-haired, blue-eyed baby.
 
The chief barged into the missionary's tent. "You give lesson to my people about religion and morality for nine month, then my wife have white baby? I kill you!"
 
"Hold on! Your tribe has never seen it before, but such things can happen in nature. They're called albinos," explained the missionary. He looked out over a field of sheep. "See that one black sheep in the flock? It's the same thing."

"Okay, okay, I make deal," replied the chief. "I don't say nothing about the baby, you don't say nothing about the sheep."

...[Joan] Rivers has had three big relationships since Edgar. “Spiros was my first one, my Greek shipping tycoon. That lasted four years.” Then there was Bernard, the cheap one. “He wouldn’t get a car and driver. A man who had $150 million. I was standing there in the pouring rain at Lincoln Center and he said to me, ‘You are so spoiled.’ I remember saying to him, ‘If you were an actor, Bernard, and had no money, we would be on the subway and I wouldn’t be saying a word. But you have $150 million, Bernard. And I’m wearing $700 shoes, and this is silly. What are we proving here?’ Bernard carried the ketchup back and forth to the Hamptons. Does that tell you everything?”
 
http://nymag.com/movies/features/66181/index6.html

She should have shopped at Payless.
 
Women's Myra Short Boot $20.00
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Uber would have been perfect for Bernard...Just what the Bourgeois needs.

...[Joan] Rivers has had three big relationships since Edgar. “Spiros was my first one, my Greek shipping tycoon. That lasted four years.” Then there was Bernard, the cheap one. “He wouldn’t get a car and driver. A man who had $150 million. I was standing there in the pouring rain at Lincoln Center and he said to me, ‘You are so spoiled.’ I remember saying to him, ‘If you were an actor, Bernard, and had no money, we would be on the subway and I wouldn’t be saying a word. But you have $150 million, Bernard. And I’m wearing $700 shoes, and this is silly. What are we proving here?’ Bernard carried the ketchup back and forth to the Hamptons. Does that tell you everything?”
 
http://nymag.com/movies/features/66181/index6.html

For someone who claims to take Privates Jets around and shun Rolex watches , why in the world is "Uber" even in your lexicon?
 
Ride-sharing is for the proletariat darling.

Can we do a poll about Uber and vote?
 
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My experience with Uber to date has been that their drivers have been rather a good deal more normal-seeming people and safer drivers on average than taxi drivers. See also the case of CBS reporter Bob Simon killed in a crash caused by his livery-car driver, who was supposed to have been checked out by the car service but turned out to have a very sketchy driving history, all on the record.

Yes, but if my name is SEAN, I can just order uber from point A to point B (my house or hotel) and tell you Steven Draker: "Just tell the driver your name is SEAN".
 
AdamSmith already wrote this on a very direct posting.
 
I can't quit (quoting) you man today...
 
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Gentlemen: Cash is king, but if you have to uber an escort to you, just tell the escort your name explain to him to use that name to be picked up, get him ubered to you under that name, and on his way back home just give him extra cash and tell him: "go uber yourself back home..."

My last Über driver called the client's wife and I had to pretend to be "Jennifer," the administrative assistant.
 
Kidding.

Uber drivers are nicer and they take their job as a hobby, many times a part time job.
 
Taxi drivers are usually cranky and in a bad mood. The 2 of them are strangers but the uber driver's identity is recorded by the company and available with just a click away, the taxi driver has a license but that doesn't make him any better and he's more likely to be overworked, tired, under the pressure of a union and hating his job.
 
Uber rules, taxis will only be effective in NYC.

Exactly, they drive to make extra bucks. It's just less baggage and wear and tires in their mind, they only drive/work if and when they want to, just to get out of their house sometimes and have some fresh air.
 
Unions are good on many other areas but not on taxis, they're almost like a mafia, drivers have to make $90 per day and after that they keep all the money they make. Uber drivers if they work full time can make 1000 per week, not bad for a college student. I've met Lawyers, Realtors, etc who click they're free and available and drive people around while been friendly, networking and making extra bucks.

My experience with Uber to date has been that their drivers have been rather a good deal more normal-seeming people and safer drivers on average than taxi drivers. See also the case of CBS reporter Bob Simon killed in a crash caused by his livery-car driver, who was supposed to have been checked out by the car service but turned out to have a very sketchy driving history, all on the record.

Don't see any reason for this. Once you schedule the pickup through your Uber app, it tells you the driver's name and car make/model. You would just phone your escort to tell him what kind of car to look for, then he would wait at the designated pickup point for the Uber car, just as you would. The escort could easily identify himself as you (using your first name) to the Uber driver, if the driver even asks. Uber does not have your picture on file, nor does the driver ask for the pickup's ID.

I wonder if anyone has actually asked him to read a telephone book. The fetishes people are into. Hmm.. maybe I should find the largest telephone book

"Who's Butts these are, I think I know,
His house is in the village, though ...
He will not see me stopping here
To watch these butts fill up with [snow].
 
My little horse must think it queer [!]
To stop without a *****house near ---
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
 
He gives his harness bells a jerk
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
 
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
 
- Robert Frost [paraphrase]