So, my phone (ie. my land line in my apartment) rang just after 7:00 this morning. I was still wandering around with a towel wrapped around my head, having freshly emerged from the shower. At first, I thought it must be Special K calling since he had to get up at some ungodly hour on the west coast in order to catch a flight. But no, the line that's ringing is the line from the concierge/doorman desk downstairs.
"Hey, Nigel", I answer.
"Hello, Miss Gunn. How are you today?"
Small talk at 7:00 am, Nigel?
"Fine, Nigel. What's up?"
"I just wanted to let you know that your car is here."
"My car?" My own mental wheels are spinning.
"Yes, you have a car booked at 7:15 taking you to LaGuardia, right?"
"Um, not that I know of." I'm still wracking my brain trying to figure out if I actually FORGOT about a trip I'm supposed to be on. (C'mon, could happen!)
"Oh, I'm sorry -- they must have made a mistake. I'll let them know." And we hang up.
Very random, I think, as I pour myself a bowl of Cheerios and a glass of juice. But like a goldfish with a five second attention span, the incident immediately flits from my brain, and now I'm wrapped up in a mental dance about what am I going to wear on yet another hot sweaty city day. And then my cell phone rings about 5 minutes later.
"Hello?"
"Good morning, this is the Lickety Split Car Service. Is this the Gunn party?" (Ok, so Lickety Split is not actually their real name... but it should be.)
"Well, it's 7:15 in the morning now... the party actually ended a couple of hours ago."
Ok, not so funny.
"Ma'am, did you book a car for the LaGuardia airport this morning?" Ugh, he just called me ma'am.
"No, actually I didn't -- I'm really sorry, but there must be some mistake. I'm really not sure how this happened. I did use your service twice last week for another trip, but that was drop off and pick up at Kennedy."
"Ok, well, thank you, ma'am (there it is AGAIN)... I'm sure we'll figure it out. Sorry to bother you."
"Wait, one more thing... do you know where I was allegedly supposed to be going once I got to LaGuardia? Anywhere interesting?"
Click.
Guess I won't be calling Lickety Split for a while.
2 comments:
Dang.... you should have gone for the ride anyway (like I have a clue how long it takes to get to the airport!).
You never know, maybe there was an airline ticket waiting too!
I know! It did cross my mind... I've always wanted to just go to the airport and just get on the next available flight... where ever it might be going.
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