This is yet another post that could be titled “Home Warrior Saves the Day.”
Over the weekend, the Home Warrior and I went to Playa del Carmen for a close friend’s wedding. We had a great time and the wedding was lovely, so of course we were sad yesterday when it was time to head home to reality. Our ride to the airport was supposed to pick us up at 9am, so we were packed and ready to go in the lobby at 8:50am. It got to be 9, then 9:05, then 9:10…. I was thinking, this is odd—even though we’re at the beach, these guys are typically very punctual. Evidently the Home Warrior was thinking the same thing because he said, “I wonder why they’re late?” Something told him to pull out the tickets and double check everything, and it is sure lucky he did.
See, when we set up our ride to the airport two days prior we verbally confirmed everything—we leave Monday, our flight is at 12:40, we need to be picked up at 9—plus we handed the clerk a copy of our airplane itinerary so she could see exactly what was going on. Both the Home Warrior and I noted that she seemed really tired, but didn’t think anything of it at the time. She filled everything out, printed our tickets, and we were relieved to check this item off our list and go back to the beach. But neither of us ever actually read the ticket to confirm everything was correct. Ugh. Classic rookie mistake! We should know better.
So. Back to yesterday. Something told HW to look at the tickets and confirm everything was correct. He turned to me and said, “Today isn’t June 6 is it?” My heart dropped. No, yesterday was in fact June 4. Cue Road Warriorette freak out. I grabbed the tickets and ran over to the shuttle booth. (Okay, “ran” may be overstating it. I am pretty pregnant after all. But HW later said it was the fastest he’s seen me move, outside of meal times, in months.) I explained to the lady what had happened. She got a panicked look on her face and got on the phone immediately. She called the home office and started trying to get a shuttle headed to pick us up ASAP. While she was on hold, she told us that if this didn’t work our only option would be to get a cab, which would be pretty pricey. The Road Warriorette freak out got worse. Finally, after about ten minutes on hold, she said a shuttle would be there to pick us up in fifteen minutes. Whew!!
The shuttle came, and we got to the airport with plenty of time. But the moral of this story? Always, always, check and double check important travel documents to make sure the dates and times are correct. This is especially true when traveling in other countries. Obviously it’s easy to get complacent when you travel a lot like many of us do, but the one time you catch something you will be so glad for your vigilance!!
Readers, have you ever had a close call because you didn’t double check something?