September 11th, 2008

Due South

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It's probably a good thing that my aunt and uncle sent me the wrong plane tickets last weekend, resulting in them walking through the front door about ten minutes before I was going to head out to the airport to pick them up.*

Because it made me examine my own plane tickets a little more closely.

Apparently, I'm leaving Sunday. Not Saturday.

Which saves a midnight run to the airport. Or a really really expensive taxi ride. I haven't decided which yet.

*For the record, they sent the tickets from last year. Which meant that we paid attention to the time they flew in, not the fact that the dates were off (what with looking at the tickets several weeks ago) or the year (which I tend not to pay attention to, anyway). Also, they sent them to my mom, not to me, though I was the one who discovered the mistake after the fact and thus saved my mom from taking the blame all weekend.

We got a lot of mileage out of my uncle's mistake.