My sister missed her rescheduled flight, and now she’s on another flight that arrives in Manchester, after all–but at 11:00 p.m. tonight. Gods, poor Jill! She has to try and wrangle with the airline when she can barely talk, and she’s having the day from Hell. And tomorrow we’re all supposed to be up and out early for the ballet whose tickets definitely can’t be exchanged.
I was about to leave for Logan Airport, though, so I’m glad I wasn’t already on the road when Jill called me. I have “survivor’s guilt!” She keeps apologizing, and she’s the one going through all this crap, I’m sitting here comfy at home with nothing more strenuous on my agenda than driving to the airport to pick her up! 🙁
Of course, she’s flying on, as I refer to them, Untied Airlines…I’m not sure why, she usually flies with Southwest. This is just between you and me, however, I am NOT going to comment on Jill’s choice of airlines. That’s her business.