Pack That Steamer
Recent late night phone conversation about travel plans to a family wedding:
Brother A: Check this out--I was speaking to Brother B this morning. He told me his spouse asked him to return an airplane ticket for credit.
Brother A: She wants him to do it at the airport.
Sister (Okay, me): Wait, what? She wants him to go to the airport and then cancel it online?
Brother A: Hang on, hang on! Let me conference them in.
Brother B: S'up?
Brother A: Put us on speaker.
Me: Is it true you're going to drive to the airport, find a parking place, take a shuttle bus, and stand in line to change a reservation?
Brother A: He decided against a travel agent for some reason.
Spouse of Brother B : I don't like any of you people.
Me: But, like, are you mad at him? I mean I keep picturing the traffic jam to Dulles and him finally getting up to the counter to ask for help using the internet.
Spouse of Brother B: I don't like any of you people.
Me: laughing so hard my own spouse silently appears from the bedroom to glare that I'm keeping him up. I pretend not to see.
More aspersions are cast at the Luddite. I need to hang up and do my inhaler.
Next morning my husband asks what was so funny. I try to tell him. Start wheezing again.
He immediately sends Savvy Traveler Tips to the group: Brother B, if you explain your mission to the security guard he'll give you a Very Special parking permit.
Brother A: I've decided to fly up and reserve our hotel rooms in person. Anybody else want me to handle theirs?
Husband: Don't be silly. We faxed our requests. The info's already in my Palm Pilot!
Brother A: Good deal. Don't forget to call the weather before packing! WE6-1212!