MountainMornings

While we were in NYC, we had a number of choices for transportation. My big sister Kay’s apartment is on the East Side and the hospital’s on the West. I’m not great with the subway, and cabs I was told, would be too expensive. 

So Kay gave me the number of a car service. I called them:

Once they asked me if I was ready to go now. I said “No,” I was hoping they could come in exactly two hours. They said to call them back when I’m ready. 

Once I called them after dark, a bit later in the day. The guy who a answered the phone said, “Sorry, I’m already at home eating dinner.” Each time it seemed he hung up the phone a little harder, as if to say I had a helluva nerve bothering him. 

I felt like Goldilocks. 

Because the third time was just right. The Bride grabbed my phone and downloaded Uber.  

So far I’ve met drivers from the Ivory Coast, Nepal, and Ecuador. The cars were spotlessly clean and ranged from a huge Escalade to a Toyota. I love using the App, putting in my destination and watching all the tiny cars on my cell, driving around on the Uber GPS map and hearing the ding that says someone is coming my way!

There is no money changing hands, and there is no tipping. And it’s cheaper than a taxi or the temperamental car service. 

Sometimes it’s hard to leave our comfort zone. It requires a certain degree of trust in people; “As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.” 

Uber is a good thing! It’s  the universe unfolding as it should.  

Waiting for Uber