<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F5e%2Fce%2F9f%2F5ece9fa28bc3eeee819b0400627a6552.jpg&amp;hash=480ede61c46f73329408ee75edc70266" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5e/ce/9f/5ece9fa28bc3eeee819b0400627a6552.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Nora Raegan</a>wasn’t used to taking Ubers around the town, but on this particular day, it was necessary for her to do so. Without anyone around to drop her off at the airport, and not being willing to drive her own car there and pay for parking for the duration of her trip, Nora decided to act like a true millennial and download the Uber app.<br/><br/>When the black car came to her place to pick her up, she tried her hardest to block all of the creepy stories she had heard about Uber drivers from her mind, and awkwardly got into the backseat, unsure if that was where passengers were meant to sit, or not. She continued to feel awkward for the entire duration of the ride, making idle small talk with the driver to be polite.<br/><br/>She pulled her cell phone out and started to scroll, but then remembered that she was in for a long flight. Not wanting to waste too much of her phone battery, she decided to tuck her phone back into her purse again and pulled out some shimmering chapstick to apply onto her lips. After pulling the lid off and running the vanilla flavored chapstick over her lips, the car jolted.<br/><br/>Gasping aloud, she dropped the lid of her chapstick into her lap and looked with a bewildered expression out the window. “Fucking… hot rod.” The Uber driver said underneath his breath, after flicking his hand into the air, almost as if he was about to wildly gesture at whatever had caused the issue as he tried to merge onto the expressway, but decided against it.<br/><br/>She caught the tail end of the driver in a much too expensive car, swerving and skidding to avoid hitting anyone around him, specifically the car that she was in. Nora was huddled up to the backseat window, close enough to it that she could easily make out the face of the douchebag in the fancy car, who was scowling at her.<br/><br/>Without really thinking about it, Nora reacted to him, her hands thrown up into the air in a muted expression of disbelief and disapproval. Of course, that was nothing compared to him flipping her the bird. Scoffing aloud, she rolled her eyes, thankful that her driver was much calmer than she would have been in that situation, should she have been driving.<br/><br/>She tried to keep track of him as he sped off, but lost him quickly with how quickly he seemed to weave in and out of traffic, like he was playing a game of checkers with fate. The next exit was the airport departures, which was where she was headed. “Sorry about that, are you alright back there?” The driver asked. Nora quietly said yes, still working on quelling her breaths.<br/><br/>The driver pulled up to the curb, leaving his car running as he unlocked the doors and popped the trunk with two presses of his fingers against his door. “Thank you,” Nora managed, confirming the payment on her phone with a few taps. Pushing the backseat door open, she shifted out of the car and tugged her luggage out of the trunk, then closed it again.<br/><br/>Pulling the handle of her suitcase behind her and clutching her purse over her shoulder, she hurried off toward the check-in area. After many lines and several delays, she was finally rushing over to her specific terminal, and checked in one final time, with the uniformed man and woman in that section. “Oh, it looks like you qualify for a free upgrade to first class,” the stewardess said.<br/><br/>“Really?” Nora asked, in disbelief. Then she remembered, she had bought the ticket for this trip with her dad’s credit card, and he was the one who traveled often. She shrugged her shoulders, never having been on first class before, happy to accept. “That’s great!” She beamed, taking her ticket and pamphlet and waiting for them to allow boarding to begin.