Valerie and Curt are right, it’s not fair to leave y’all hanging. And truthfully I didn’t do it on purpose, I always did plan on coming back and finishing the story.<\/p>\n
Let’s see.<\/p>\n
So we were in the ER at Christus St. Vincent Hospital in Santa Fe feeling like we’d both been set upon by rabid Sumo wrestlers.
\nAfter I finished having my hypersensitivity reaction and they’d convinced themselves that neither of us was going to spontaneously combust any further than we already had, the medical folks told us to go home (oh how I WISHED) and go back to bed.
\nWhich we promptly did.<\/p>\n
A profound nap later and we were addressing part B of this most clustered of fucks. Which is to say, we were trying to figure out how we could get home. NOW!<\/p>\n
Andrew was sitting in his bed with his laptop and phone. Andrew was taking on the “how soon can we travel” and the “how in hell are we going to get from the airport to our home?” part of the issue.<\/p>\n
Since I’d made the reservations I was the lucky stiff who got to deal with the plane tickets. Piled in pillows on my bed I was switching between my phone and my tablet.<\/p>\n
I started with American Airlines. We’ve got tickets for July 6th. We want to see if we can move them up to July 4th. Shouldn’t be difficult, right?<\/p>\n
WRONG! This might have been true in some universe but the multi-verse version of our reality was the “Wow you need a really sucky vacation.” one and it absolutely was not easy.<\/p>\n
I spent an hour on the phone with the ticketing people at American Airlines. I had gotten far enough that we had new flight numbers, new times, and new seat assignments. Since we’d purchased first class tickets *and* flight insurance we weren’t even going to have to pay extra to change our tickets.
\nBut when it came down to issuing the tickets the computer at American Airlines shit the bed.
\nAnother half an hour passed while I improved my familiarity with the hold music for American Airlines ticketing.
\nThe ticket agent with whom I had been working finally came back and asked if I’d booked my tickets directly through American Airlines.
\nWhy no. No I hadn’t booked directly through American Airlines.
\nWhich, of course, was the problem. To be able to change my American Airlines tickets I’d have to talk to the people through whom I’d purchased the tickets. Travelocity for the record. Why on EARTH would I think that I could change my airline tickets by talking to someone from the airline? Silly me!<\/p>\n
So I went to Travelocity. I went to the “I want to change my plans” part of the website. Which told me I had to talk to the airline.<\/p>\n
Much language.<\/p>\n
Y’know that part of pretty much any website out there where you can click on a menu, a tab, or a button that says “Contact us”? You wanna know how challenging it is to find that section of Travelocity’s site?<\/p>\n
Andrew ordered dinner while I was arguing with Travelocity.com. I finally, FINALLY found somewhere that I could go for live chat help and was promptly told I had to wait for the next available warm body to answer.<\/p>\n
We ate dinner.<\/p>\n
45 minutes later I was connected to a lovely person named Avinash in some place like Bangalore (I assume. I know that English is not this person’s native language at least.)<\/p>\n
I proceeded to spend the next *TWO HOURS* on live chat with Avinash.
\nI was falling asleep in the interstices of my conversation with Avinash before we got everything hammered out.
\nBut by 10 p.m. on Friday July 1st Andrew and I had tickets for a flight from Albuquerque to Phoenix and a flight from Phoenix to Seattle that would land us at home around 3 p.m. on Monday the 4th.
\nAfter offering blessings on Avinash’s hat (and head) we shut down the tech, plugged everything in to recharge for the next day and went. the. fuck. to. SLEEP!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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