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Passenger: HOLYOAK/PAUL MR |
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Dad got to Grand Junction this morning all safe and sound, but was a little surprised that he didn't have a seat on the airplane. His bright daughter booked the tickets for the WRONG MONTH. Who does that? Normal people schedule things for the wrong time of day, not a whole wrong month. Only someone with my oopps skills can accomplish such a thing.
Well, multiple phone calls and counter agents later, Dad booked himself a flight out of Grand Junction for today that will get him to Omaha on time to do everything that we've got planned for him in a short 12 hour period. And on the bright side, the ticket agent for Frontier said that the ticket was refundable or could be used toward the purchase of another ticket (say one to come see me in April?). So all is not lost. I just feel sheepish and will probably be the butt of many jokes to come.
2 comments:
Don't feel bad, one time I had no idea that my plates were dead and I got pulled over with my dad in the car. Apparently, I had my music up too loud and didn't hear the sirens. I had two cops with guns pulled come up to the window and I had no idea why. He was sure I knew, my dad just sat there shaking with laughter. I still haven't lived that one down.
You're right, that one will not die down for quiet a while. You're only hope is that someone else does something to draw the attention off of you! Good Luck :)
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