Sunday, September 20, 2009
Me: "250 Euros! How is that possible?" (RyanAire flights are cheapppp.)
Ms. Flight Agent: "I'm sorry but it's a last moment flight. If you want to fly today that is how much you will have to pay." (Spanish accent)
Me: "Is there anyway we can use this ticket as a credit and I can pay the rest?"
Ms. Flight Agent: "I'm sorry..."
Me: "Seriously there are empty seats on these flights all the time! You're telling me I have to pay 250 Euro for an empty seat?"
Ms. Flight Agent: "There's a hotel up the street. They have internet there. You can go there and print your ticket because it will cost you another 40 Euro if you do it here."
I stared at her for some time to be sure she was not kidding. Nothing.
Me: "Kay, I guess that's what I'll do. Thanks."
After speaking to a lovely Spanish car rental woman and signing here, there, then there, I had the keys to a silver Smart car. I nearly cried. When I got to it, I had the most terrible time getting my bag into the back. I couldn't figure out how to open the trunk? But once everything was in, including myself, I put on the radio, and what came out was Katy Perry's, "Hot 'n Cold." I perceived this as a merry omen and blasted it as I sped out of that effing parking lot with no idea as to where I was going.