Because airlines don't allow you to book your seats ahead of time without a fee; and we're traveling with kids; and we're equal parts cheap and paranoid, exactly twenty-four hours before departure time, we went online to check in to our flight. Although the site had been up hours before, it crashed the minute we put in our confirmation code and clicked "Check In." We tried the regular check in option; the sophisticated option; logging into our profile first; going to the German language version (in case they were discriminating against English speakers); and the mobile app option. After about 90 minutes of this, Nicole went completely OCD and used two computers and an iPhone to repeatedly ping the servers in order to finish the job if they weren't already dead.
By midnight, the error message had changed, but still no luck and Nicole was officially fed up. That's when the boy decided that volunteering to hit the button every ten minutes was a good way to stay up all night and watch Scrub reruns on Netflix. We were pretty sure he'd forget his duty and/or fall asleep, but we gave it a try and a little after 1:00 AM, the bedroom light went from zero to summer in 0.7 seconds. The boy is not a subtle creature. After the yelling, we remembered he was on a mission for good (rather than the normal) and we checked into our flight with seats together without a problem.
Now, we just have to wake him up before noon for our flight.
© 2012 Nicole Wirth
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Now aren't you sorry you said all those things about him lol. He was your saving grace. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's awesome - your writing style makes me live it like I was actually there! :)
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