At 5:50 a.m. on a Wednesday in late June, the sun just peeking over the horizon, Larry Askew woke up in the front seat of his Nissan Sentra. The Sentra was parked where it is every night: in a lot across from Wegmans on Wisconsin Avenue in D.C. And once he woke up, Askew did what he does every morning: stuck on his black plastic glasses — missing an arm because he’d accidentally sat on them — drove across the street to the Wegmans parking garage, opened the Instacart app on his phone and started scrolling.
Askew, 45, is a professional shopper — and a highly dedicated one. From 6 a.m. until 3 p.m. every day of the week, he shops for Instacart, bagging groceries mostly at this Wegmans and driving them around the city in his Sentra. In the afternoon, he turns on the UberEats app and delivers takeout until about 11 p.m. Then he goes to the gym to shower, drives back to the Wisconsin Avenue parking lot, reclines the front seat and falls immediately asleep.
Americans have come to rely heavily on shoppers like Askew to select their groceries, an astonishingly personal and intimate task. Instacart, one of the largest grocery-focused apps, served more than 13 million users in 2022, according to industry publications, and employs at least 600,000 shoppers; Amazon Prime, FreshDirect, Gopuff and others employ many more. Use peaked in the first years of the pandemic and has leveled off more recently, but professional shoppers are now a permanent fixture in most U.S. grocery stores. These gig-economy strivers struggle with uncertain pay, occasional poor treatment at the hands of customers, and the sheer physical stress of hauling around groceries all day. A look inside the private lives of Instacart shoppers shows the determination and the precarity that go into making this job work.
By 10 a.m. that June morning, Askew was frustrated. He’d only managed to snag one small delivery, earning about $30. That meant he was already behind on his goals to earn about $20 an hour and $250 for the day. Sitting at a table in the Wegmans eating area in a pink hoodie and gray jogger pants, he stared at his phone as a fisherman stares out to sea: trying not to jump at the small fry and hold out for bigger ones. Meanwhile, his competition — fellow local shoppers, many of whom were seated at nearby tables — were doing exactly the same thing.
When customers place an order through Instacart, the app groups them into “batches” of one or more orders that are reasonably close geographically, then posts them in the Instacart Shopper App, where nearby shoppers can view and select them. Every time a new batch gets posted, shoppers can see the amount they’ll earn (“base batch pay,” a sometimes mysteriously calculated amount, plus tip), the distance they’ll have to drive, and the number of items in the batch. In a dense, higher-income area like Northwest Washington, batches pop up frequently. But the area is also dense with Instacart shoppers, so many batches are only on the app for a few seconds before someone grabs them. Shoppers have to do rapid real-time calculations about whether a batch is worth their time, and then act fast to secure it.
Askew, who has been working for Instacart since August 2022, is relatively picky about his batches. He mostly shops at Wegmans and doesn’t like to take batches that include multiple grocery stores. He doesn’t like to take orders under $40, and he tries to keep the distance short to maximize his hourly rate. Askew is also a Diamond Cart shopper, the highest possible level in a recently rolled-out rewards program. Shoppers earn points based on how often they use the app, provided they stay above a 4.7 (out of 5) rating. Askew has completed 2,765 orders and has a perfect 5 rating, based on his most recent orders. From March to June, he earned more than twice as many points as he needed to qualify for Diamond Cart status. Because of this, he gets priority access to good batches.
But even with all that experience and access, Askew sometimes struggles to find a worthwhile batch. One frustrating aspect of the app for many users is the proliferation of bots, some of which have been banned in the Google Play store but are still available for online download, that scoop up good batches before anyone can even see them. “If you see somebody [and] every single day, this guy has a huge order, every single time, he’s using the bot,” Askew said. Instacart officially prohibits the use of bots, but in practice, Askew and other shoppers say, the company does little to combat them. (According to an Instacart representative, who spoke on the condition of anonymity, the company has taken legal action against the bots and their users as well as beefed up security on the app.)
That Wednesday, Askew is not seeing much. “Twelve miles for $35 is not really a good batch. Seven miles for $21, not really a good batch,” he says, thumbing rapidly through. He considers a $41, 13-mile batch, but it’s gone before he can click on it. Finally he sees one worth his time. He clicks “accept,” waits — “this is the stressful part, where you’re just like, ‘Did I get it, did I get it, did I get it?’” — then reads the words “Transitioning batch” with significant relief.
Once he gets access to the communication portal, Askew sends each of his three new customers a short message copy-and-pasted from his Notes app. “Hello … I will be your shopper today. Have no worries because I understand the importance of shopping for your [loved] ones. That’s why I shop for clients like I’m shopping for myself and my loved ones,” it begins.
“I like to reassure people,” Askew said. “Because you don't know me. You have some guy basically picking out your fruit you're going to eat. … It’s very intimate.” He sends the message, he says, to build trust, and because it’s what he would want someone to do for him. But building a human connection is also smart customer service, one of the important lessons Askew learned in his previous job selling cars.
allowing him to keep his speed rating high. (Craig Hudson for The Washington Post)
Now the order is on his phone, organized by grocery store layout to guide Askew through Wegmans in the most efficient manner possible. Speed is essential for grocery app success, and much of the shopper experience is structured to incentivize a quick delivery. Instacart calculates each shopper’s “seconds per item” number; anything under 100, Askew says, is good. (His average is 75.)
Part of Askew’s speed advantage is that he sticks close to Wegmans, where the layout rarely changes. Costco, on the other hand, changes its layout frequently; while Costco’s batches are often larger and more lucrative, shopping there can lower your speed rating. Experienced shoppers know which local stores are well organized and which have the smoothest carts: Giant has good carts; the elevators at Whole Foods on P Street are always breaking and the store is confusingly laid out. This sort of information can shave seconds off a speed rating.
Some professional shoppers sprint through the store like they’re playing Supermarket Sweep. Askew moves like a marathoner: easily, confidently, with tremendous focus and spatial awareness but zero obvious hurry. He fist-bumps Wegmans employees and other Instacart shoppers, who all seem to know him and have obscure nicknames for him. He takes his time with produce, gently squeezing several avocados until he finds one at the perfect level of ripeness. “I don’t pick out soft ones unless they tell me to,” he said, shaking his head at a too-ripe avocado. “That one’ll be mushy in a day.” His theories on appropriate banana ripeness are intricate: “Some people might want a banana like, right now. And some people might want to wait. So I get a combination of really really really green, and a little green, in case they want one right now.”
Because he’s large and strong, Askew’s physically able to fill heavy orders and carry them up flights of stairs at the delivery location, even if he is exhausted at the end of the day. But grocery app employees without that capacity can really struggle, other shoppers say. One Amazon Prime shopper described stepping in when she saw an eight-month-pregnant shopper struggling to fill her cart. And no one likes the “water people,” as the Amazon Prime shopper described the folks loading up shoppers with multi-packs of heavy bottles.
Shoppers are prone to carpal tunnel syndrome, joint pain and other physical ailments, and because they are independent contractors, they have no guaranteed access to benefits or right to unionize. (After a group of Instacart shoppers attempted to unionize in 2021, they all lost their jobs as part of a larger companywide layoff. The Instacart rep pointed out that these shoppers were swept up in a standard restructuring. Instacart provides shoppers with accident insurance for injuries on the job.)
Customer interactions can also be a major stress, as for all gig-economy workers. A phenomenon described by multiple Instacart shoppers is tip-baiting, where a customer posts a high tip to ensure that someone picks up their order, then lowers it in the app after delivery. (Instacart offers protection for shoppers in this scenario.) Reviewers can be randomly cruel, and customers can be rude in other ways as well. Askew says he sometimes has to remind himself, “You’re taking somebody’s food to their house. It’s not really that hard. … Just do it!”
Once Askew’s cart is full, he checks out and heads to the Sentra. He loads the bags in separate areas of the car to avoid mixing up people’s groceries, sticks on his one-armed driving glasses, and heads off to the first delivery.
While the chaotic atmosphere of Wegmans has some similarity to a typical workplace with co-workers, the driving part of Askew’s day is far more solitary and thoughtful. He likes listening to interesting YouTube videos, preferring history, sports and true crime. And driving gives him space to think about why he’s doing this work in the first place. Before Instacart, Askew worked at a car dealership, until one day he looked out and saw two salesmen running toward a car. He thought, “Is that what I look like to customers? Running towards a car? I wasn’t really being fulfilled.” He began to drive for UberEats and Instacart, realized he could make more money doing that, and quit selling cars. For Askew, it’s not as much about the money as about the independence. “My whole life, I don’t chase money, I chase freedom,” he said. “I want to be free. UberEats and Instacart gave me some freedom.”
Last winter, as Askew was driving to pick up an UberEats order, a stray bullet passed through the car he was renting at the time, shattering the driver’s side window and going out through the passenger’s side. Askew slept that night in the car — shivering, broken glass everywhere — swapped it out at the rental place in the morning, and turned on the UberEats app again that afternoon.
Lying in the bullet-shattered car that night, Askew made a vow not to give up on his dream: developing a sports trivia app, Score 7, which he works on for one day every week. But to follow that dream, while also paying child support he says he supplies to his ex-wife, the mother of his two young children, he had to give up his apartment and move into his car in February.
“I don’t see [my kids] as much as I want to, because I’m always working,” he says. And it’s hard to make time for anything else, like doctor’s appointments or getting his broken glasses fixed or seeing friends, because he’s always aware that he could be making money: “Every time I try to make the time, it’s like I feel guilt — gotta be working, gotta be working, gotta be working.” He knows he needs to create more time outside of work. But “it’s a balance I always have to be figuring out.”
The first two stops on Askew’s route go quickly: the customers aren’t home or don’t come out, and Askew drops off his bags at the door, sends a final notification text and moves on. But at the final stop, a customer steps out to say hi — one of the rare in-person interactions Askew has with the people he spends his whole day shopping for.
The customer, Devan, had chatted with Askew via the app about some replacements she needed. She’s on the phone, but she calls out Askew’s name like they’re old friends and takes the grocery bags.
Devan and Askew smile and wave goodbye. Askew gets into the Sentra and drives back to Wegmans to sit once again in the eating area, stare into his phone and wait for a new batch to appear.
Meanwhile, Devan begins putting her groceries away, getting ready for an Italian-themed tea party she’s throwing for friends that weekend. Devan, who picks up germs easily in stores, is grateful to Instacart shoppers for helping her stay healthy. Plus, she enjoys the brief interaction, especially with someone as friendly as Askew. “They are a piece of my life for a second, then they go about their way, and I have my groceries,” she said.
THIS is the kind of thing the left would dominate in. Like, here is the whole "own nothing and be happy" bullshit that the right claims to hate, but will defend to their last breath.
Here's a guy working 119 hours a week and is STILL homeless, the right can only say "git gud noob" so many times.
Lying in the bullet-shattered car that night, Askew made a vow not to give up on his dream: developing a sports trivia app, Score 7, which he works on for one day every week.
This is so fucked on so many levels. This guy is barely keeping himself sane chasing a mirage.
“Every time I try to make the time, it’s like I feel guilt — gotta be working, gotta be working, gotta be working.” He knows he needs to create more time outside of work. But “it’s a balance I always have to be figuring out.”
A system where we're driven to kill ourselves out of shame
The idea of it is just wrong to me. Im probably a 40 year old boomer, but i cant shake the feeling that having someone do your shopping for you is just lazy, excepting stuff like ambulatory issues, and a couple other things im too dumb to think of currently. it creates the need to compete against other shoppers, just to make a buck. it creates attitudes of entitlement, not going to shop unless the tips are high.
Ive said it before, ill say it again, im a dumb kind of guy so i probably have some antiquated ideas. Im also opposed to self checkouts, and dont use them.
The one time I've used something like this was when my wife and I got COVID at exactly the same time and had to get groceries. Even then, we used the delivery option run by the store itself, delivered by a store employee. Even though it was (I think) a pretty justified use of the service, we both still felt terrible about making someone do it, and gave the guy an insanely huge tip. I can't even imagine doing my regular grocery shopping this way. I wouldn't be able to live with the knowledge of the harm I was doing.
The issue with this service I think is very much the gig based competative nature of the work, a guy in a van who works as an employee for the store with an hourly wage and benefits is an entirely different thing
Holy shit, how do they talk about a "hard working" person with a full-time job also being homeless like it's a completely normal thing?
They chose higher property values over an actually fair economy despite being too rich to notice, and they call you entitled for simply not wanting to live in a world where a house is a treasure to be horded.
His target rate works out to $75,000 dollars a year. Let's say he regularly hits 2/3 of his target. That is still $50k a year, and still homeless in the BosWash corridor.
I'm tired of hearing of the housing crisis especially from people who have been treating this like a new normal. The only viable solution at this point is housing Stalin.
If the entirety of the East Coast (and California for the other side) has to turn into one big Hong Kong: so be it.
Shoppers are prone to carpal tunnel syndrome, joint pain and other physical ailments, and because they are independent contractors, they have no guaranteed access to benefits or right to unionize.
“You’re taking somebody’s food to their house. It’s not really that hard. … Just do it!”
“My whole life, I don’t chase money, I chase freedom,” he said. “I want to be free. UberEats and Instacart gave me some freedom.”
“I don’t see [my kids] as much as I want to, because I’m always working,”
“Every time I try to make the time, it’s like I feel guilt — gotta be working, gotta be working, gotta be working.” He knows he needs to create more time outside of work. But “it’s a balance I always have to be figuring out.”
There are so many people in need of a place to park that most are turned away. “We can only serve 10 to 20 percent of the people who call us,” said the executive director, Terrell Curtis.
A country full of parking lots and there isn't even space for homeless people to park their cars overnight. And media outlets and governments claim that homeless people "refuse assistance" and "don't want to be helped".
Fucking "gig economy". These could pretty clearly be full-time jobs; the guy in the article only shops at one specific grocery store anyway.
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For Askew, it’s not as much about the money as about the independence. “My whole life, I don’t chase money, I chase freedom,” he said. “I want to be free. UberEats and Instacart gave me some freedom.”
“I don’t see [my kids] as much as I want to, because I’m always working,” he says. And it’s hard to make time for anything else, like doctor’s appointments or getting his broken glasses fixed or seeing friends, because he’s always aware that he could be making money
"Real liberty can exist only where exploitation has been abolished, where there is no oppression of some by others, where there is no unemployment and poverty, where a man is not haunted by the fear of being tomorrow deprived of work, of home and of bread. Only in such a society is real, and not paper, personal and every other liberty possible."
As someone mostly doing doordash for money now, this is very close to home. And after a recent update to the app and their increasingly dasher-unfriendly policies, it's getting harder and harder not to lose my shit every time something goes wrong. I've been over-eating again recently, because everything is getting worse and I don't have the money to fix any of it, and often when the pressure builds the only thing that gives me relief is eating something sweet or salty. Which of course only makes everything that much worse.
yeah id really have to do some crunch to figure out how you would even go about making such a thing work logistically speaking. running the servers is not that expensive and would require a very small amount of money from each worker, even if it was a small amount of employees overall. the big hurdle is getting the software and servers up and running, you can just sit on it at that point and hope people use your app in tandem with others until you build up a userbase for the coop.
the goal i guess would be to disperse the costs of the servers and keeping the software updated across as many people as possible, so that they can take home the maximum amount of pay for their work. youd also have to consider a way to avoid competition between the workers and have a way for them to share the load to avoid workplace injuries.
“I don’t see [my kids] as much as I want to, because I’m always working,” he says. And it’s hard to make time for anything else, like doctor’s appointments or getting his broken glasses fixed or seeing friends, because he’s always aware that he could be making money: “Every time I try to make the time, it’s like I feel guilt — gotta be working, gotta be working, gotta be working.” He knows he needs to create more time outside of work. But “it’s a balance I always have to be figuring out.”
made me think of this
Political economy, this science of wealth, is therefore simultaneously the science of renunciation, of want, of saving and it actually reaches the point where it spares man the need of either fresh air or physical exercise. This science of marvellous industry is simultaneously the science of asceticism, and its true ideal is the ascetic but extortionate miser and the ascetic but productive slave. Its moral ideal is the worker who takes part of his wages to the savings-bank, and it has even found ready-made a servile art which embodies this pet idea: it has been presented, bathed in sentimentality, on the stage. Thus political economy – despite its worldly and voluptuous appearance – is a true moral science, the most moral of all the sciences. Self-renunciation, the renunciation of life and of all human needs, is its principal thesis. The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being. Everything which the political economist takes from you in life and in humanity, he replaces for you in money and in wealth; and all the things which you cannot do, your money can do. It can eat and, drink, go to the dance hall and the theatre; it can travel, it can appropriate art, learning, the treasures of the past, political power – all this it can appropriate for you – it can buy all this: it is true endowment. Yet being all this, it wants to do nothing but create itself, buy itself; for everything else is after all its servant, and when I have the master I have the servant and do not need his servant. All passions and all activity must therefore be submerged in avarice.
I worked with a woman who did instacart as her second “job.” One of the reasons I will never use that. She lived with her parents though so fortunately didn’t have to live out of her car.
I also once said to my white, middle class family when instacart was brought up - “oh, I knew someone who used to do that,” not even thinking about the phrasing. After a minute or two of talking past each other, I realize they think I used to know a woman who used the service, not someone who actually worked for them. The middle classes do not even recognize the people who maintain their lifestyles, they do not even figure into their worldview.
Devan, who picks up germs easily in stores, is grateful to Instacart shoppers for helping her stay healthy.
what the fuck kind of excuse is this? can she not help herself from licking the door handles or something? Immunocompromised is one thing, but she says in stores, I'm sure brunch is just fine
To be generous, she could be immuno-compromised. Nobody's fucking masking anymore so grocery stores (and indeed, all indoor public places) are a great way to get COVID.
In reality this is extremely unlikely because she's hosting a party so it's likely just a germophobe.
Yeah, highlighting. But the tone of the article is so detached. Like observing an animal in the wild. The WaPo has not problem platforming the most evil people in the world but doesn’t dare have an explicit stance on this bullshit