I’m coming to you not from the comforts of my sunny office. I’m tapping from Gate 7 at the airport.
The morning is bright and sunny. We’ve cleared through security without a hitch, though one of us got thoroughly patted down.

Checking out boarding passes we see that we are in different rows – 22 and 50, compliments of Rod’s new issued ticket incident, I am sure. I feel my forehead creasing, a lump in my throat forming. I feel my night-before-ativan-acquired ease unceasing. I am getting ticked off – with myself.

What! so quickly and easily. I put my hand over my heart and mutter a Robin William ‘s Namoo, Namoo to myself. Ok dokey!  All chakras are A-okay again. My head feels clear, my face relaxed and smooth.  No lump in my throat. I envision myself in my 15 minute space. I look through the eye of the needle into the one-inch picture frame. What am I seeing?  What am I hearing and feeling?

I see that Rod has gone up to the info desk at the gate to see if our seating could be changed. I see that he is clearly upset and distraught, throwing his arms in the air. I hear an UNBELIEVABLE!  I’m trying to relay to him that it’s okay that our seating is separate. It’s not a big deal.

Well,it really is a big deal!  It is not about the seating. My ticket got REFUNDED! My bag has now been set aside. Rod is on the phone to Flight Centre and is unable to get through.  Today is Sunday and it is Thanksgiving. We’re getting a turkey after all.

Meanwhile Air Canada is trying to work it out here at the airport. We learn that there are still 2 tickets issued to Rod and Rodney. Instead of canceling the one to ‘Rod’ , mine got cancelled. Will they let me fly?  

They are calling our flight. The Air Canada agent comes over. They can sell me another ticket for the original price. We wIll have to deal with Flight Centre after. We buy another ticket for me. We’ve. Bought 4 tickets total now. It’s bit of a gong show.

I’m so happy that I took an Ativan last night. I have a reasonable chance of arriving in France calm and collected. N’est pas?  

excusez moi pour errors!  At airport at Toronto!

About hafong

Hello! My name is (Leung) Hafong alias Lily Leung. You always say the last name first….that is the Chinese way. That is my partner lurking behind me. Since this is my blog, I won’t mention his name. But this is a rather cool picture. You see me and yet you don’t…sort of the way I feel about myself most of my life. So this blog is a self-exploration, an archeology dig of some sort. My tools…..words of a thousand or so at a sitting. I will try for that.
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