On our last night in Mexico, Nonie and I went to an Office Max to use their computer to print our boarding passes. First we had to have an employee unlock it so we could get on the internets. Then, because we’re 50-something dorks, we had to figure everything out like we’d never seen one of them there computers before in our life. FYI…….imprimir means “print” in Spanish.
Nonie tried about five times to get their boarding passes to show up on the screen with the same response each time……….We’re sorry We moved on to ours and they printed with no problem. Why the heck wouldn’t hers print??? The confirmation code was some letters with an “o” or could it be a zero? We tried every combination.
After a few minutes, she looked at the print out of her email and gasped. Then she showed me. We looked at each other and at the same time said, “OH MY GOD!” With maybe an ef bomb or twenty in there, too.
At that very moment she was supposed to be on a plane that was minutes from landing in Phoenix. El problemo amigo……..she and I were cussing like a couple of sailors AT AN OFFICE MAX SOMEWHERE IN MEXICO.
We drove like crazy back to the condo and she got on the phone with the airlines who got her and Mary on a flight leaving the day after us. In the morning, she took us to the airport and came back here for one more day………
………..while I was headed to Phoenix and taking a long, slow swan dive into the-vacation-is-over-pool.
