She Trusts Maps, Not People

I could see the bustling traffic and hear the noise surrounding us. I felt a brief moment of disorientation as I pinched my thigh hard, not believing my eyes.

Ouch! Okay, that hurt!

I couldn't believe that I had been reborn again.

In my past life, my cousin, Sonia Sanders, was also like this, clutching her phone while confidently pointing at the map on the OmniGo Maps application.

She earnestly said, "Look, Amanda, OmniGo can't be wrong. I'm sure the bus driver must have forgotten to change the route number on his bus!"

She pointed at the handful of people on the bus and continued, "Also, the bus looks quite empty. It's obviously not the airport express bus we're supposed to be taking."

Since Sonia was the one who had volunteered to plan for our trip, I thought that I didn't want to dampen her spirits or make her feel as though I didn't appreciate her efforts, so I hadn't argued with her on that.

I naively thought that her reliance on OmniGo was just a sign of a novice trip planner afraid of making mistakes. After all, she was planning for the first time and must be taking extra precautions to be careful.

Soon after, I quickly realized that it wasn't because she was being careful at all—Sonia was just an incurable idiot and a stubborn control freak.

On this day in my past life, I had watched helplessly as the bus rolled out of the bus station. The bus that OmniGo said would be arriving in "ten minutes" ended up being half an hour late.

When we had almost reached the airport, Sonia glanced at the drop-off point on OmniGo and insisted that the bus drop us off there, even if it was the farthest point away from the terminal entrance.

She reasoned that it was supposed to be the "best place to park" as it had wider roads, fewer people, and thus less congestion.

Ultimately, we missed our flight as a result of that.

Since it was the holiday season, ticket prices had surged, and we had no choice but to pay double the price of our initial flight tickets to book a trip back home.

However, Sonia pinned the blame entirely on me.

"Amanda! You should have insisted harder just now! We would have gotten onto the first bus, and then none of this would have happened!

"This is all your fault, so you should pay for both our tickets! Otherwise, I don't mind waiting for another two more days until the flight ticket prices drop again!"

I had an important meeting early the next day at work, so I had no other choice but to suppress my anger, accept my fate, and pay for the expensive flight tickets home.

However, things only got worse after that as Sonia became even more demanding.