Reservation Blues
So, I’m in Perrysburg visiting my mother for what I thought was going to be a sorta-stingy 20-hour stay, flying in here from Milwaukee Friday night after work and flying out from Detroit to Seattle Saturday night. I thought this was a reasonable, though Solomonic, division of my time between hanging with Mom and vegging for a non-workday in Seattle.
So, I log on to print my boarding pass this morning and get a message that online check-in is not available for my flight. Damn, I thought, they’ve canceled the flight or otherwise contrived to complicate my life. A lingering suspicion led me to check out my reservation and, yes, my flight was scheduled to leave not on Saturday evening at 7:30, but Sunday evening at 7:30 pm. I guess that, when I was making the reservation and blitzing through various scenarios to get a decent fare and reasonable flight times, I clicked the wrong date on the last iteration.
I should have been suspicious when my upgrade to first class for the flight came down on Wednesday. As a mere Gold Elite, and not a Platinum, my usual upgrade window doesn’t start until 3 days before the flight, and lately not even then.
Had I checked my reservation last week when I first got upgraded, I’d have seen that my flight tomorrow occurs right in the middle of the Super Bowl, and it’s quite likely that I’ll be the ONLY GODDAMNED PASSENGER ON THE FLIGHT. While I really don’t have a dog in the Super Bowl hunt, I was looking forward to attending my neighbor’s annual party and chili feed tomorrow.
So, instead, Mom & I went to dinner tonight, perused a Books-A-Million bookstore and sipped espresso. We came back to her house, and I did her 2007 tax return. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up to her delightfully strong coffee and assay some other son-like chores, and it will all seem to have worked out for the best, until I land in Seattle at 9:30 pm and feel as if I need another weekend.
I might just take Monday off.
A couple of trips ago, I booked flights on one of the online services. Perfectly timed flights, I thought. Until we got to the airport and were met by a skycap who wanted to know why we were trying to check in for a flight that didn’t leave for 13 1/2 hours. Yeah, the flight was P.M. and I thought it was A.M.
We fixed it, but I felt pretty dumb for the rest of the trip.
The SuperBowl is today? Once, long, long ago and far away, I booked a flight that left on time and arrived on time, but I had booked the flight to Philadelphia instead of my intended destination, Pittsburgh. I ate the cost of the Philly to Pittsburgh flight and didn’t mention it to anyone. Recollections are fuzzy all these years later, but I somehow managed a direct flight home from Pittsburgh when the time came to leave. I didn’t feel dumb; I felt like I needed a parent to protect me from myself!
Definitely take Monday off.
Yes, sleep late on Monday! Hang out with your loving spouse! Be my willing thrall!
I’ve done that! Actually it was an “a.m.” amd “p.m.” and I thought I was leaving in the morning and it was actually at night yadda, yadda, yadda …
And do take Monday off - life’s too short to feel chipped out of a weekend!
Yikes, sounds like you need a few good weeks off! ; )
Cheers!
Yes, I know: I’m late to this paticular party. But, still…. You know, *some* people would consider an extra day in lovely northwest Ohio –especially this time of year — as something of an undeserved honor. A special treat. A once-in-a-lifetime source of unbounded joy. A unique — wha? Oh. OK. I’ll stop now…
Thanks, all, I did take most of Monday off, anyway. And, yeah, Roberta, I actually deserved the extra day, but not for anything good did!