Passage: I used to remember the days back in my village . Back when we used to hang our cloths and wash our dishes with soup water that we bought from the local grocery stands next to our house . I used to look at washing dishes as one of the enjoyable things during the hot Sudanese summers my family and I endured .  Now that we reside in America , and are fulfilling our " American dream " , as cliche as it might sound , washing the dishes seems like a hassle .  Oh man , I 'm short on time . That nine-five is calling . Maybe I 'll clean hand-wash these dishes over in search for overlooked stains .  Oh great , Uber is here , crazy how I could now ride in decent cars that do n't smell like urine and alcohol and have them outside my house with the push of a button . Guess mother really was right on how easy we have it here . Question: What was the thing that was fun? Option1: washing dishes when they were in their village Option2: Uber
washing dishes when they were in their village