Uhhh…not so much…
Here I am at National Airport in DC, the morning AFTER I was supposed to return to Detroit…it’s a funny story, so I thought I’d share the laugh with you all, and I have the blessing of the other person involved, as most of you who read this won’t know who she is.
So I spent a couple of nights with Sr. L after my board meeting in DC on Thursday, and yesterday we spent much of the day running back and forth to Circuit City trying to get what we needed to set up a wireless network for her and another sister to share….the brick walls turned out to be insurmountable, so that was time spent with no results… For my efforts, Sr. L treated me to a late lunch, which we enjoyed very much – so much so that we lost track of time and were running just a bit behind for the airport run.
So we hurried up and paid the bill, and then got on the road…we passed the exit for I-95 south, and when it looked like we were going to get on I-95 north I asked Sr. L about that, since National Airport is in Virginia, south of where we were. Her expression was priceless!
Apparently, I had never told her what airport I was using, and she never asked me. So she had worked out the timing for our airport run based on my flying out of BWI! Needless to say, the rest of the story is a bit reminiscent of the Keystone Kops. We got turned around, realizing that there was no chance for me to catch the flight unless it was significantly delayed. Sr. L was running a bit low on gas, which would delay us even more. But she kept driving like crazy while I got on the cell phone to Northwest to see what could be done… the reservation agent informed me that there were no more flights to Detroit that night, but that I should still show up at the airport and hope that the ticket agent would have mercy on me and rebook me without charging me the change fee and other costs.
So, we made the brilliant decision (this one really WAS brilliant) to drop me at Metro to get there faster, and guess what? It did pay off, as I approached the ticket agent with sincere contriteness and calm, and she took care of me.
Then back to Metro and Sr. L for the evening. I told the sister living in the next apartment that I came back just to say goodbye to her and to watch another video with them. We had a good laugh about the whole thing…just goes to show you that advanced degrees don’t guarantee simple common sense!