The Spot

I should've stepped off my Canjet flight about 30 minutes ago. Instead I'm at home, waiting for the 10:30 flight tomorrow morning.
Augh. I left my wallet in the backseat of my drive [parental] and so spent a frantic 2 hours tracking it down. I got it hand-delivered, but it cost me in "I told you so's".
The canjet folks, on the other hand, were exceptionally decent. They changed my flight free of charge, no problem. Wow. Since when does a budget airline out-customer-service Air Canada?
Maybe that was obvious to everyone else, but I was pleasantly surprised.
Anyway, I'm bummed that I can't see Steph tonight. That was the plan: get a free drive to the airport courtesy of my folks who were down for the weekend. Visit Steph [tonight was the only time she had free], then interview-it-up at Ingrid's. It was slightly cheaper, and I wouldn't have had to get up too bloody early on Sunday morning.
Well, thank goodness I left some extra time, n'eh?
In blog related comments, holy class reunion yo! Jesse "too hardcore for the likes of you" Gainer? Craziness! Well, this blog just made itself worthwhile. I'm stoked to hear from everyone: hope you share your stories of travel disaster in commiseration
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