I am furious with myself. How stupid can you be!?
Grrrr...
Luckily there was a nice lady-person who helped me a lot, and fortunately rebooking only cost £50, and not a million, as one would expect it to cost... So yay for that. My passport's adventure alone in the taxi was actually more expensive than rebooking that ticket. As one would expect with taxis. But fortunately not as expensive as it would have been in Norway though.
Thank Christ.
So now I'm sat here at the airport, pooping, while an annoying game-thing in Serendipity Games keeps playing the same game-tune over and over and over.
My wonderful view. |
The fucking annoying place with the even more annoying music. On repeat. |
The look on her face was reasonably epic.
She looked a bit like she thought I was here by choice (a homeless person, in case you didn't get the hint of bitterness.), and not because I am going to catch a flight tomorrow at 6.
Asshat.
Urgh. I am so furious with myself now, how could I forget the passport!? Seriously!
Hah. Quite proud of this themed reply to Mr. Jones' words of wisdom. Thanks dude. You made my day. Seriously. I love being able to throw in a complaint whilst trying (often failing) to be witty. It's win-win.
OOOH! And a nice man working at the airport offered me a tea or coffee! He previously came up to me all scary-looking asking if I was waiting for a plane and explained that there would be a fire drill (he did also go on about how a really long alarm probably would indicate a real fire, which was hilarious.) How insanely nice is that! I am utterly charmed. What a nice man! Most people would just let me buy the crappy one from the Nescafé one right next to me, but no, not him. This is why I love Britain. Politeness and shit! Not shit. But shit as in "general stuff".
Yah.
Coolbeans.
Apparently I'm the only one waiting here over night.
Cool.
Mood is definitely better than it was.
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