After a second conversation with Yankee Husband, Yankee Cousin took advise and decided to call the airport this morning to see if she could get her flight changed from tomorrow to Sunday.
Of course, there was a recording saying the wait was longer than usual because of the hurricane causing travel issues.
So, she held for a looonnng time.
Then she got an automated voice. It asked her from where was she departing. "Atlanta." It asked again. "Atlanta." Again. Since it hadn't understood her, she used southern (well, her idea of southern). "Atlanna."
Again. Finally she screamed "ATLANTA." and it took it.
The voice asked her destination and she hollered, "INDIANA!"
Then the voice said, "I think I heard to you say Mexico to Rome. Is that right?"
"NO! NO!"
I was rolling around on the kitchen floor. Well, metaphorically, anyway.
After a whole bunch longer, she got a real, live, harried person.
Who said "Sure, I can change your ticket from tomorrow to Sunday. It will be a little over $200.00."
Uh, say what?
Well, adios.
Tomorrow.
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