Trivialities:

I fully confess to to being unreasonably proud of my Uber-rider score. It is a solid 4.94 and I think that is just about the perfect number. Because there’s a certain artifice to having a 5.0. Like maybe you only took one ride and tipped really well to goose your rating. Plus I recall, from my grade school days, that there’s a Navajo Indian tradition wherein they would quilt elaborate rugs but intentionally leave some barely perceptible flaw, so as not to challenge the perfection of their gods (I also remember that the Pueblo Indians built their huts of adobe… and maybe the fewer things you teach, the more that will be remembered). My wife likes to remind me that her rider score is 4.98. To that challenge, I make three perfectly rational responses:

1. The difference between 4.94 and 4.98 is not statistically significant
2. There’s clearly a gender bias at work here, with far more male drivers than female
3. I wouldn’t want that score anyway, as I am quite happy with 4.94.