I learned a lesson about checking flight confirmation sheets carefully. Arriving at my Midwest Express gate, I handed my crumpled itinerary printout to the clerk whom I'd just convinced to stop programming her electronic sign and help me. She started doing the classic rapid-fire all-typing, no-talking that gets travelers everywhere worried they'll be sent to Timbuktu, not Toronto. Then she handed me back my itinerary and pointed at the date. I looked bleary-eyed at the "Friday" printed right there.Afterr a long day of fighting through some nasty Washington, DC weather and security delays, I honestly wasn't sure what day it was.
"Today is Friday, right?"
"Look at the date."
It was 2/28 that night at Reagan National. The itinerary had me leaving on 3/28.
Mind your 2's and 3's, folks.
Scary note: Two federal security screeners missed the date discrepancy and let me into the departure area. Anyone clutching a Cinnabon bag as fiercely as I was should have been stopped.
Saturday, March 8, 2003
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