Thinking Out Loud: uber

Jay booked an Uber on Saturday for our trip to Dulles International Airport for the following day, Sunday, at 1 in the afternoon on November 2. Our driver was Nelson, but by Sunday morning, it changed to Jose.

We left the house at 12:56 p.m. because he came earlier, but before Jose started driving, he reminded us to check if we brought our passports and ID.

The ride was smooth. Fortunately, we avoided any traffic jams. By the way, his car was clean, didn't smell, and was roomy.

I was able to work and read a little before boarding. I had to answer messages from customers in my two online shops. One wanted to purchase a button-down short-sleeve shirt, and another wanted to buy more of the mother-of-pearl necklaces she purchased a couple months ago. I hope they will still be interested in purchasing those items when we get back in a few weeks.

It started boarding 30 minutes before the scheduled departure, but about 10 minutes after boarding time, an apology was heard, and it was said that there was some delay.

I made use of the time; I informed my children and my little sister of our flight status via the FlightAware app.

The plane finally taxied at 7:02. Our schedule was at 6:10 in the evening, bound for Amsterdam.

I was worried about who I would be sitting beside because Jay's employer booked his ticket.

Although our children encouraged me to also get a ticket in the same ticket class, the price difference is just too wide. I'd rather spend that money on food, shopping, and other adventures in the Netherlands.

I told the mister that riding with him nearer the cockpit wouldn't make a difference. However, there is a huge gap in terms of the price between ticket classes.

There are differences in every class in terms of comfort, service, and menu, but that's alright.

All of us will arrive at the same time, right?

And the argument was over, and I chose the cheapest fare.

I chose the seat by the aisle, and I was seated beside a little Asian American girl. She was traveling with her mom. I wasn't sure of what descent they were until she introduced me to her little sister. In the gap between two seats in front of me, there were tiny brown eyes smiling at me. I said hi to her, and the girl next to me said,

"That's my little sister."

I waved to her little sister. Her tiny fingers waved back, and then she shifted her gaze to her sister and said in her tiny voice cheerfully...

"Eonni!"

They were Koreans.

The little sister in front sat beside their dad.

By 8:25 dinner was served. Thank God, finally! I have been famished for a little over two hours already.

I had a salad with vinaigrette dressing, a piece of bread with butter, beef Bolognese lasagna, and chocolate cheesecake for dessert.

At 9:58 p.m. someone needed medical assistance. I didn't know if there was any medical professional on board, but I think the passenger felt better. He was moved to the seats near me. There were about 6 seats, the farthest back of the first row. I think they were for the flight attendants.

By 10 p.m., the little girl's mother asked her to sleep, because according to her, they wouldn't be able to check in at a hotel in Amsterdam until 4.

I scoot a little to my left so the girl will have enough room to lie down.

I watched a few episodes of a Korean drama that I downloaded from Netflix many months ago, Miss Night and Day.

An hour to the destination, breakfast was served. At first, I decided on a cinnamon roll but changed it to a sweet and spicy waffle and sausage sandwich instead. I had hot tea with it.