I Shamed a Zero-Tip Ghost—Then the Knock Went Viral and Turned Dangerous

there, gripping the steering wheel, and screamed until my throat burned. It was 9:45 PM on a Tuesday. The wind chill was 5 below. And I had just destroyed a $150 tire for a payout of exactly $3.50.

I looked at the app on my phone. Order #882. “The Drop.”

I knew who it was. The “Ghost of 4B.”

For two months, this guy had been the bane of my existence. continue reading …