In which I am not on a plane

[oyceter]

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.)

Comments

[minnow1212.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's a travel agent who will probably go out of business soon, b/c no repeat customers! Sheesh.

Wishing you safe travel tomorrow!

[jinian.livejournal.com]

How frustrating. Hope that you find something fun to do while stuck and that your eventual travel is just fine.

[rachelmanija.livejournal.com]

Sorry about that! I can't tell you how surprised I was to see you in the airport again! What did your father say?

I am back and my pork floss and squid jerky successfully evaded not only four customs agent, but a food-sniffing beagle. The beagle's handler was interrogating a lot of people at my flight, who unsurprisingly had attempted to smuggle food out of Taiwan: "Sticky rice! It is... rice that is sticky!"

Have a better trip back!

[oyceter]

I think my dad was secretly happy that I decided to stay another day instead of waiting on standby.

Food-sniffing beagle! That is excellent.

I went to my dad's company for lunch today with my mom, and we sat down in the Starbucks there (the cafeteria is also giant! I am envious and now wish I worked at a very rich company). Alas, the Starbucks didn't have tasty waffles. But my dad looked around and said in a rather pleased voice, "Yes, I think the chairs are arranged pretty nicely, not too squeezed together. Good sense of space. Probably better than most Starbucks!"

My mom and I looked at each other and laughed. "Yes, yes, much better, yes yes." we said.