My car is doing weird things. It smells like it’s burning when I’m driving, but not the normal burning oil smell, something electrical or chemical. Anyway, it needs to go in to the mechanic, but my kids also need to go to their previously scheduled activities. I was thinking through the options and realized that I could call the boys’ driver and see if he could pick them up at the house and drive them to soccer practice. By the time they are finished, Josh will be off work and will be able to pick them up and bring them home.
So I What’s App’ed him (since Bahrain’s world revolves around What’s App) and 5 minutes later I have a confirmed ride for my kids tonight. We are slowly, but surely becoming more Middle Eastern by the day. Next thing you know, kindergartener Camille will be heading out with Sitare to bring her to a playdate (that’s totally a thing here). If you ever hear of me doing that, then it’s time for an emergency extraction.
I’m not going to know what to do when we get back to the US. Uber maybe?