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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Friday, July 4, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
What Day Is It Anyway?
Well, foot.
Yankee Cousin talked to her Yankee Husband. At the end of this Yankee filled conversation, she said, "I'll see you Sunday." And he said, "Don't you mean Saturday?" and she said, "No, Sunday," and he said...well, you get the picture.
It culminated in Yankee Cousin actually, you know, looking at her plane ticket and comparing the date with our handy dandy wall calendar.
She's leaving Saturday. And, man, we had plans through Sunday! This is a huge disappointment.
I feel gypped. I feel cheated. I feel sad. I feel....well, you get the picture again.
We did play out the scenario where we dropped her off at the airport on Sunday as planned and drove off. And she had no plane trip to take.
Of course, it's not so dramatic with cell phones.
However; if you are acompulsive liar writer, like me, your imagination can go all sorts of ways with the what ifs.
It's times like these we are to count our blessings. Just be glad she got to come, that we got to spend seven days together.
Not eight.
Just seven.
Yankee Cousin talked to her Yankee Husband. At the end of this Yankee filled conversation, she said, "I'll see you Sunday." And he said, "Don't you mean Saturday?" and she said, "No, Sunday," and he said...well, you get the picture.
It culminated in Yankee Cousin actually, you know, looking at her plane ticket and comparing the date with our handy dandy wall calendar.
She's leaving Saturday. And, man, we had plans through Sunday! This is a huge disappointment.
I feel gypped. I feel cheated. I feel sad. I feel....well, you get the picture again.
We did play out the scenario where we dropped her off at the airport on Sunday as planned and drove off. And she had no plane trip to take.
Of course, it's not so dramatic with cell phones.
However; if you are a
It's times like these we are to count our blessings. Just be glad she got to come, that we got to spend seven days together.
Not eight.
Just seven.
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