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Gee Thanks, American Airlines.
My brother is scheduled to arrive tonight for a week's visit before he heads back out of the country. The ticket has him flying from Corpus Christi to DFW, and then from DFW to here. No trouble, they do it every day, right?
An hour before scheduled departure time, they cancelled the first leg of that flight. Something about the plane, which -- granted! -- I wouldn't want anybody flying on a malfunctioning airplane. But apparently they can't compensate for that in less than twenty-four hours. So now he's not arriving until Saturday night at nearly nine thirty p.m.
Which is when we've been planning, for several months, to be at the next Clockwork Cotillion, enjoying brilliant music and fun steampunk stuff.
This whole trip has already run into a couple of hospitality snafus, starting with unfortunate coincidences of timing for the brother's availability and our handyman's availability (and don't get me started on the Saga of the Special Order Door) and exacerbated by said brother's botched skill roll at Reading Comprehension.
So, now, having spent today busting my patootie to finish up the housework to put my brother on my couch because my own bed is unavailable what with all the remodeling protection stuff being crammed into my bedroomand he was still giving me The Silent Treatment back when he first asked my husband if he could come visit the three of us and then he ignored the part of the "Sure!" that continued "but you'll need a hotel room, because we have house remodeling going on this summer and therefore no extra sleep space for even a single human"
Ahem. Sorry. Revenge is ladylike, but ranting is not. And, hey, this gives me another half a day before I have to remake the futon with fresh sheets. After moving furniture, scrubbing floor, and vacuuming, I was not looking forward to wrasslin' the futon mattress, even with Dual Tabby Assistance.
At any rate, my options are now thus:
However, I still want to send a great big "Roast In A Metaphorical Conflagration" to the AA upper management type who decided it'd be cheaper to just dump the flight than to swing another plane through from Dallas.
An hour before scheduled departure time, they cancelled the first leg of that flight. Something about the plane, which -- granted! -- I wouldn't want anybody flying on a malfunctioning airplane. But apparently they can't compensate for that in less than twenty-four hours. So now he's not arriving until Saturday night at nearly nine thirty p.m.
Which is when we've been planning, for several months, to be at the next Clockwork Cotillion, enjoying brilliant music and fun steampunk stuff.
This whole trip has already run into a couple of hospitality snafus, starting with unfortunate coincidences of timing for the brother's availability and our handyman's availability (and don't get me started on the Saga of the Special Order Door) and exacerbated by said brother's botched skill roll at Reading Comprehension.
So, now, having spent today busting my patootie to finish up the housework to put my brother on my couch because my own bed is unavailable what with all the remodeling protection stuff being crammed into my bedroom
Ahem. Sorry. Revenge is ladylike, but ranting is not. And, hey, this gives me another half a day before I have to remake the futon with fresh sheets. After moving furniture, scrubbing floor, and vacuuming, I was not looking forward to wrasslin' the futon mattress, even with Dual Tabby Assistance.
At any rate, my options are now thus:
- Hide the spare key set on our porch, so he can take a taxi to our place and let himself in.
- Leave the Cotillion right about when the Extraordinary Contraptions start to play. Go get him. Take him to our place. Hope to be back in time to catch end of concert.
- Ditch long-planned marital date in favor of Baby Brother, Age 29, whose fault none of this is.
However, I still want to send a great big "Roast In A Metaphorical Conflagration" to the AA upper management type who decided it'd be cheaper to just dump the flight than to swing another plane through from Dallas.