In which I am not on a plane

Soooo. Unsurprisingly to anyone who is not me, I managed to again not make a flight. Despite multiple checking on my part and my mother's, the travel agent apparently booked a ticket for tomorrow instead of today. This would be a woeful but somewhat more forgivable error if the travel agent had also not spelled my name and my sister's wrong multiple times, despite being corrected on email (I forgive phone misspellings more readily), not mailed out confirmation until bugged by my sister, not booked my seat or at least not told me about booking my seat until bugged by me, gotten the frequent flyer card number wrong multiple times, despite correction on email, and managed to send several wrong links to the itinerary.

So it appears that I am in Taiwan for another day. It also appears that my travel luck has not changed with the turning of the year, although I suppose one could handwave and say that the actual booking of the wrong ticket happened in 2006. I am vainly hoping that 2007's travel luck will at least not include: booking the wrong date, forgetting my passport, having salad dressing spill over the insides of my luggage, or five hour flight delays.

Things that have not yet happened to me but no doubt will include: lost luggage, luggage being broken into, falling asleep at the gate and missing my flight, or not being let out of the country due to an expired visa. (The first three have happened to my sister, and the last to me, albeit not last year, thank god.)