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so---do you enjoy traveling?

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Well, I guess the answer to that is pretty much yes. But do I enjoy making the travel arrangements??  Grrrr. I have been sitting at my desk, on my phone, on a very hot day, getting literally hot under the collar. And here's why.

Martin and I planned to fly to Paris Thanksgiving Day. We like traveling on Thanksgiving Day because airplanes and airports are quite empty. Everyone else in the USA is busy cooking and/or eating, and they have already traveled to the place where they plan to cook and/or eat.

So we had a reservation on Air France, Boston-Paris, non-stop, and a hotel reservation in Paris.


But today I got an email message from Expedia,which is what I usually use for reservations, telling me to call them because there had been a change to our itinerary.

I got a woman with a bit of an accent. Lo-eese, she called me, and apparently she had been trained to use the customer's name OFTEN, and also to repeat what the customer says, so that when our interchange began with my identifying myself and saying, "I'm calling to inquire about a change in an existing reservation"...she replied, "I understand, Lo-eese, that you are calling to inquire about a change in your existing reservation."  Sigh. Yes, that is true. "I can very much assist you with that, Lo-eese."  And then, after an interminable wait: "Thank you for waiting, Lo-eese. Your flight to Paris has been changed. It is exactly the same flight but it is not any longer November 26th. It is now November 25th. Are you okay with that, Lo-eese?"

No, actually I am not okay with that. November 25th is a different DAY.  I would like, actually, to get to Paris on the date for which I have a hotel reservation.  Could you find me a different flight, please?

After a lot of "I understand very much that you would like to fly to Paris on November 26th, Lo-eese. Please hold."

Well, I will not continue to bore you with a re-creation of this conversation. For a while it involved her briefly booking me on a flight to Switzerland where I would wait a day before going on to Paris, and then her understanding very much that I did not want to spend a day in Zurich. 

 I guess we are still going to Paris (and from there to Germany to visit my granddaughter) but it is no longer a simple event.  Grrrr.

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Kathy Martin Monday, 29 November 1999

Mice! OMG. I once sold a house because I couldn't get rid of the mice. Storybook mice, OK. Real life mice, eww!

Lolly Robinson Monday, 29 November 1999

This proves my theory about mice as gourmands. A similar thing happened to us last winter in the Adirondacks. A huge quantity of best quality Japanese rice stored on a high shelf was carried across the room, down the hall, into the bathroom, and up to the shelf where we keep towels. (We store our boots upside down, so they had to go with plan B.)

Lolly Robinson Monday, 29 November 1999

Forgot to say -- will be on the lookout for the mouse book!

Ellen Booraem Monday, 29 November 1999

Oh, how wonderful! We (and our cat) have a love/hate relationship with mice in this house.
My partner, Rob, once stayed at an Appalachian trail shelter whose log book warned of exceptionally industrious mice. He and other hikers properly hung up their packs and tied everything up as tight as possible, then stayed awake all night listening to the scampering of little feet. In the morning, it turned out that one or more mice had chewed into two packs, shredded Rob's flannel shirt into a nest, and painstakingly moved every one of another guy's peanuts across the shelter and into Rob's pack. You have to admire the energy involved.

Lisa Sessa Monday, 29 November 1999

We had a mouse in the house two summers ago and about a week later my son took me to see the movie Ratatouille. I just couldn't get into it. Even though it was about rats, it hit a little too close to home.

lzh Monday, 29 November 1999

Something of the ilk, but slightly different and more ominous (from my point of view).
I love watching little mice, but sometimes it gets a bit too much (and I sleep on a futon and my imagination runs away from me) and then, very regretfully, I put down poison. The last time I did this, a few weeks later I was putting on my gardening boots when I realised that the mice had put the poison in my boots. I perfectly comprehend that what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, but, still - eeek!

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