If you are one of those people who think an airline’s two hour check-in policy doesn’t apply to you, it’s probably a good idea to make sure you know exactly when your plane is due to leave. Because only leaving yourself an hour and a quarter to go from check-in to international departure isn’t the greatest idea when you’ve actually not read your ticket properly and the plane leaves 30 minutes sooner than you thought. This lesson might have been learnt by one of Rod’s friends early Saturday morning. Maybe.
Owen thought his plane took off at one thirty am, so it was decided Rod would take him out for a few drinks and drop him off at the airport at eleven thirty. Or that’s how the plan was explained to me over the family dinner. But the best laid plans of mice, men and Owen were apt to go astray. Because the boys enjoyed their drinks, and their chat, and it wasn’t eleven thirty when Rod dropped Owen at the airport. He dropped him at a quarter past twelve. Owen checked his ticket, found that his flight was at one am, not one thirty, and the flight was, naturally, closed. The man behind the counter seemed unwilling to reopen the flight. Which was a bit of a bugger, really, because
1) Owen’s girlfriend had flown to Bangkok to spend the weekend with him.
2) There was only one flight to Bangkok a day with the airline he had been booked with.
3) The next flight would get him to Bangkok a couple of hours before his girlfriend’s flight out.
Owen phoned Rod. Raju turned the car around to go back to collect Owen. Rod phoned me to warn me we would have a visitor. I made up a bed on the sofa. Now while it is not the best husbandly behaviour to turn up with your mates worse for wear in the early hours of the morning, in his defence, Rod was at least in the right house, in the right country, on the right day. Methinks Owen will have a great deal of groveling to do…
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