You thought maybe I was joking about morphing into the Griswolds? Oh no! We hadn’t even boarded the plane in New York before the discovery of my first ditzy moment. As boarding started, Brian asked me where our airport transfer driver was meeting us. I realized that I had no idea and hadn’t even looked at the confirmation email. We actually read it and that’s when we discovered that instead of meeting at the arrivals hall in Terminal 5 at Heathrow, we were supposed to meet at the “Thistle Hotel at Terminal 5”. As quickly as I could I found it on a map and realized three things:
- It isn’t exactly at Terminal 5
- Our reservation is prepaid, non refundable, and can’t be changed within 24 hours.
- The driver will only wait 10 minutes.
So I immediately panic. We found an emergency phone number, but by then we are boarding the plane. We got seated, then dialed the number but forgot my headphones were on and I was trying to talk but we couldn’t hear each other. Finally figured out why, called them back, and begged to amend the reservation to get picked up at the arrivals hall. And that’s when he read the change back to me, “Arrivals at Terminal 5, Chicago”
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