Mom came in asking me to check the status my flight yesterday. I looked it up and with nasty Crest Whitestrips all in my mouth and asked her, "Wait. What does that say? Can you read that date?"
"It says 6/15-June 15th'
"Yeah, and what date is it today?!"
Which is the exact moment that I knew I had royally messed up and that the amount of teasing I would be soon getting from my family would probably be worse than plopping down more money for a new ticket.
I called Priceline. I called United Air. I called Priceline again, all the while trying to sound as pitiful as humanly possible. But no, no such luck with the pity department because I had "Named My Own Price" for a ticket, it was non-negotiable if I fucked something up. My parents are moving to New Mexico next Tuesday and we talked about me hitching a ride in their U-Haul caravan...this is driving across the country with a Dalmatian, a parrot, and two adults who "passionately discuss" (ie. argue) about everything under the sun. I was all for it since it would probably be the cheapest option, I love my parents, and I figured I might as well get used to being in a car. But my step-father was super sweet and got me a new one-way ticket back to Colorado...going home always turns me back into the spacey teenager I once was.
Thanks Mom and Ely for taking care of me...
Gordon Osmundson Photograph
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