MISSED THE PLANE!!!!!
Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon), Vietnam
Woke up this morning with a leasurely day ahead: Vietnamese cooking class from 9:30-12:30, nap time, go to the market for Vietnamese coffee beans, dinner, shower, flight home at 11:55 pm. For extra piece of mind, I thought I would call to re-confirm the flights back to Toronto. Got out the ticket and ...
My return flight is 11:55 PM on October 11 - WAIT A MINUTE, THAT WAS LAST NIGHT!!!
DAMN!!!
[edited to keep a PG rating]
OK Paul, don't panic (too late), airlines are reasonable (ya right) and will do their best to accomodate you (as if) without charging you a lot of money (are we in never-never land?). I blast out of the hotel and hop onto the back of a motorbike directly to the Vietnamese Airlines main office. Two angels in the office helped me out, re-booking the same flights a day later (today). I didn't even have to resort to lying and crying (which I was ready to do). "How much?", I whimpered, clutching my Visa card so hard it was about to snap. "No charge", sang the angels, and handed over the new tickets. They said that I must be a very good man to be so lucky.
Done, just in time for cooking class.
Paul (the bonehead)
Woke up this morning with a leasurely day ahead: Vietnamese cooking class from 9:30-12:30, nap time, go to the market for Vietnamese coffee beans, dinner, shower, flight home at 11:55 pm. For extra piece of mind, I thought I would call to re-confirm the flights back to Toronto. Got out the ticket and ...
My return flight is 11:55 PM on October 11 - WAIT A MINUTE, THAT WAS LAST NIGHT!!!
DAMN!!!
[edited to keep a PG rating]
OK Paul, don't panic (too late), airlines are reasonable (ya right) and will do their best to accomodate you (as if) without charging you a lot of money (are we in never-never land?). I blast out of the hotel and hop onto the back of a motorbike directly to the Vietnamese Airlines main office. Two angels in the office helped me out, re-booking the same flights a day later (today). I didn't even have to resort to lying and crying (which I was ready to do). "How much?", I whimpered, clutching my Visa card so hard it was about to snap. "No charge", sang the angels, and handed over the new tickets. They said that I must be a very good man to be so lucky.
Done, just in time for cooking class.
Paul (the bonehead)
posted by Paul at 10:32 AM
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