Yesterday I posted a thread asking about flying alone because I was planning to head out to Texas to see a girl I like for a week plus because she was bored. I had the time to take at work, I have the cash able to pay for it, and she’s pretty, so that’s a done deal. After Helene convinced me to book a window seat I booked one, costing quite a large sum of money. Lets say it was “a lot”. In any case, I was set. I had the time off work, somewhere to stay, and I had bought my tickets. The trip was a good one.
I then, 4 hours later, got a phone call from my Texan friend. She had decided that she’d rather come back to Scotland as she was missing it more than she had thought. The bottom fell out of my arse… because I remembered that the tickets I had bought were cheap because they were “non cancellable”. Oh shit I thought. I told her I had bought the tickets and I’d try to get them back. This call was costing me approximately £400 a minute, so I hung up and jumped to my kitchen, opened my Whisky, grabbed a Marlboro and sat and thought. Swirling the Whisky around I decided two things.
- I’ll try to get the money back. If I didn’t get it
- I’d still go to Tejas and find another pretty girl. The place must be crawling with them.
So I phone the airline, a Dutch employee answers. They initially started talking to me about various conditions that I had read and I conceded that I was aware that they might not be able to be cancelled. “I know, I booked them today and then…” I though on my feet. “My family contacted me to let me know that someone close had passed away earlier today.” I’d like to point out here that this is the first time I have used the dead family member excuse for anything. The airline, to their credit suddenly bent over backwards. They cancelled the flight instantly and the money should be back in my account tomorrow. Good service that.
I phone back my friend, who was eating cereal as it was 10am Tejas time. “Oh wow, that’s awesome you got the money back!” she said – too fucking right, I thought. All this drama… I better get repaid. I didn’t say that to her, I am a gentleman you know. Then, I hear “Shit!” and the clunk of a thud on wooden floor. “Muffin, you little idiot!” I hear and the phone being picked back up. “My dog just spilled my cereal all over my pajamas, I’ll call you later!”
I drained the Whisky, poured another, and slowly sipped the glass. I was pleased to have not lost the cash, happy she was coming back to see me… but gutted I’d be in Aberdeen for a few weeks more. And the sun set on another day. It was Wednesday