December 28, 2004

Sweet, sweet relief

There is nothing worse (okay, there is, I know, it's not like 60,000 people dying or anything, but it's HYPERBOLE, people) than realizing, the night before you're supposed to go on vacation, that you can't find your plane tickets.

And there is nothing better (again, there is, I KNOW) than calling the airline, and having them confirm that it is in fact an electronic ticket, and all you need is your ID, which you haven't managed to lose (yet), and having the customer service rep think you're just a little bit crazy (just a little) when, instead of hurling the verbal abuse that they're probably used to hearing on a regular basis, you practically start crying with joy and telling them they are the best ever.

I am such a fucking mess.

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