I’m home a day early. The short story, both fact and fiction, is that Alitalia change my flight from Tuesday (today) to Monday (yesterday). I found out about it when an email popped up telling me it was time to check for tomorrow’s flight.
“But I don’t fly until the day after, blah, blah, blah,” I told the computer, before deciding to do as it said and sign in for the flight that was currently in Alitalia’s system.
“It probably has to do with the strike on Wednesday. Didn’t they call you,” I heard from the attendant at check.
“I know nothing about a strike, and no, they didn’t call me.”
“So Italian,” I tell myself, and yet in looking back through my emails, I notice they had sneaked in the change. No blame game for me. I should have been more attentive; the airline was remiss.
The bad news is that I missed lunch with a friend. The good news is that I got home without a hitch, and I didn’t get upset about the change. Living into silence, solitude and simplicity paid off.
“But I don’t fly until the day after, blah, blah, blah,” I told the computer, before deciding to do as it said and sign in for the flight that was currently in Alitalia’s system.
“It probably has to do with the strike on Wednesday. Didn’t they call you,” I heard from the attendant at check.
“I know nothing about a strike, and no, they didn’t call me.”
“So Italian,” I tell myself, and yet in looking back through my emails, I notice they had sneaked in the change. No blame game for me. I should have been more attentive; the airline was remiss.
The bad news is that I missed lunch with a friend. The good news is that I got home without a hitch, and I didn’t get upset about the change. Living into silence, solitude and simplicity paid off.