I’m having the worst possible luck on this trip. I spent the night, listening to polite robotic recordings tell me, “Dear valued customer, your flight has been canceled. Please stay on the line.”
From 2 to 5 am, I was trying to get myself on a plane -any plane – out of here. And after I finally booked a new ticket and settled down to sleep for a couple of hours, polite robotic voices kept calling me to tell me to stay on the line because of some glitch. (Seriously, these were not voices in my head but real phone calls. I think.)
I’m now at the airport, trying to avoid telling the customs officer that my name is Dear Valued Customer.
If you are a reader of this blog who spent time with me in Montréal, thank you for interspersing this trip from hell with good moments.
I’m exhausted and can’t wait to get home.

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