Archive for May, 2005

Reasons not to use 1800CheapSeats.com to book airline tickets OR Why the end of my roadtrip was a disaster

  1. If they discover that, GOD FORBID, someone bought your ticket for you, using her credit card, they’ll leave a message on her phone saying they’ve cancelled your reservations without leaving any contact numbers. They’ll also claim that they have sent her an email telling her to call them which she never responded to; however, no such email will be in her inbox or yours.
  2. When you call to try to get back on the flight you will first wait on hold for almost a half hour. Then the first person who picks up will make you tell your whole story, then put you on hold for another 15 minutes. Someone totally different will then pick up the phone, you’ll have to start all over in order to get placed on hold again. The third person who picks up, Becka, will sound like your savior. She will be happy to put you back on your flight. She’ll sound so sad that she has to charge you $50 more for your ticket because the rates are controlled by the airline and they have changed. She’ll take your phone number and assure you that they’ll call instead of “email” with any problems because she knows you are on the road, and she’ll swear that your friend’s money is probably already back in her bank account from the previous “misunderstanding.” You hang up the phone after almost 2 hours, filled with relief that you are back on your original flight, even the fifty dollars doesn’t seem so bad all things considered. You had to use your own debit card for the ticket, but your friend has written you a check for it, so you’ll even be able to pay your rent.
  3. When you get to LAX an hour and a half before your flight, you will discover that U.S. Airways has no record of any reservation for you. Oh wait! There is one showing, but it was voided. No, you explain, that was the first reservation. You are told to call 1800CheapSeats to straighten things out. You call a customer service number that the lovely Becka had given you. You wait on hold. 5 minutes later, when you are almost a sobbing mess staring at the clock above the ticket counter, someone finally comes on the line. “I’m at the airport,” you’ll say, “I really need help, I’m going to miss my flight.” You’re put on hold again…for 20 minutes this time. You finally hang up and call the regular number, figuring if they think you’re going to BUY something they’ll answer the phone. You’re right. You spend too much time at the ticket counter as well as on the phone trying to figure out what happened.
  4. Between the three of you, you’ll figure out that while your name is Lori L. _enn_ _ , CheapSeats has spelled it Loril _een_ _. You have to wait while CheapSeats sends an electronic message to U.S. Airways noting their mistake. While you are waiting you’ll find out that your friend Becka has not only gotten both of your names wrong, but she has also neglected to tell you that she did not put you back on your original flight leaving at 10.50am, she has put you on a flight leaving at 8.30am, and because you weren’t there, U.S. Airways has cancelled you as a “no-show.”
  5. You’ll have to pay $100 for a “change” to get put on the flight you were always supposed to be on in the first place.
  6. You’ll get a frantic phone call from your friend begging you not to cash her check because CheapSeats has NOT REFUNDED her money and she’s going to have to put a stop payment on her card AND change bank accounts to get away from their FRAUD.
  7. When you angrily, yet calmly, call CheapSeats the next morning demanding a full refund for all the torture, crap, hassle, and incompetence they put you through, they’ll make excuses about merging with another company. They’ll disbelieve you aloud that one of their representatives would neglect to tell you you were on a different flight, but back down a bit when you remind them that she had already spelled BOTH of your names wrong, so really, does it seem so far-fetched? They’ll tell you that regardless of assurances and the fact that you were driving at least 8 hours a day for the past 4 days, that you should have called U.S. Airways to check on your flight information, and they won’t seem to care that even if you had called to check, they wouldn’t have been able to find you in their system anyway because BOTH of your names were SPELLED wrong by their illustrious representative.
  8. In the end you’ll settle to only get your $100 back that you paid to “change” your flight, but you’ll still feel angry and let down and your friend will still not have her money back.

BONK!

Ouch! Mom! Becky hit me with her stick!

Well, much to the disappointment of many of my friends and the shock of my co-workers when I was an assistant manager at Blockbuster, I’m not a big movie buff. I’m constantly getting “You haven’t seen that?!?” But I’ll give this a shot.

Total number of films I own on DVD/video
Not many. Anne of Green Gables, Tuck Everlasting, The Sweetest Thing, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Gilmore Girls Season 1, Bend it Like Beckham, and When Harry Met Sally make up my entire collection. But I do have a Netflix subscription.

The last film I bought
Bend It Like Beckham

The last film I watched
Smokey and the Bandit (last night-woo hoo!!)

Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me (in no particular order)
Phantom of the Opera (my new favorite that will be my next DVD purchase and I saw it 4 times in the theatre)
When Harry Met Sally
Bring it On (shut up!)
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
( I want a boyfriend like that: “I didn’t notice frump-girl…but I noticed you.”)
About a Boy

Now I didn’t get hit with the stick for music, but I’m more comfortable in that relm, so I’m going to do that one too.

Total volume of music files on my computer
1,702 songs or 4.9 days and 6.30GB (ha!, beat you Becky!)

The last CD I bought was
Help: A Charity Project for the Children of Bosnia
(I had previously owned this CD and lost it. It’s great, chock-full of British artists doing songs that aren’t on any other album.)

Song playing right now
Spies by Coldplay

Six songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me
One Step Closer by U2
So Cruel by u2

Lemon Parade by Tonic (go buy a Tonic CD people! They’re so great and relatively unrecognized–plus if you listen to this song, you’ll know A LOT about me.)
Time and Time Again by the Counting Crows
Rapid Hope Loss by Dashboard Confessional
China by Tori Amos

Five albums I can listen to over and over from start to finish – Greatest Hits don’t count :
Actung Baby -U2
Brushfire Fairytales-Jack Johnson ( get this, you won’t regret it!!)
Notwitstanding-Chalk FarM (not together anymore, little known, GREAT CD like a mix of Toad the Wet Sprocket and Del Amitri)
Little Earthquakes -Tori Amos
Crash-Dave Matthews Band

I guess I’ll bonk! Amanda and caligirl...sorry girls, I need to get more readers!

LoriBlog Search Awards

Some winning searches that allowed seekers to find their way to my blog recently:

For Deepest/Requiring the most thought: Galileo’ life prepostion [number 1 result]

For Competing with a real commercial site: ADT Quiet Care [although I will admit that when I scrolled through the results I didn’t see my blog. But this is all according to sitemeter]

For most disturbing/you found this in my blog?: my best friend’s mom’s tits

For most confusing: China food pails origins [number 1 result]

For making me wonder what they expecting to find with a search like this: easily discouraged

Journal of Delirium

While on our cross-country trek Cavi and I wrote infrequent notes in a little leopard-spotted, fuzzy, spiral-bound journal. My intent was, and still is, to use these blips as a sort of roadmap to create a long, coherent post about our journey…because some of the best parts (like our stay in Parker) weren’t even recorded in the driving journal. However, reading back over them I thought it might be amusing to recreate them as written first. Too bad you can’t see the horrible, sleep-deprived handwriting. The method of recording distance/time is inconsistent and when I pull everything together I’m going to have to work it backward to figure it out, but I’m not going to attempt that here. We left on Thursday morning at 10am.

[Lori]Hour 3: still in PA. Turnpike in Western PA is not scenic. Just getting off turnpike onto Route 70 which we’ll be on until Denver. 1500 more miles til Denver! Cats are asleep at my feet.

[Lori] 2:09 pm- West Virginia. Looks a lot like Western PA. Road. Trees. Bad drivers. We’re at 1/2 a tank. When we’re on empy [sic] we’ll switch drivers.

[Lori] 2.22pm Ohio. Wheeling, WV is ugly. Tired of listening to music. Can’t get the satellite radio to work right.

[Lori] 2.37pm Realize we are singing “Time After Time” along with Cyndi and not joking.

[Lori] 3.30pm Crossing the Licking River

[Lori] 4.16pm We can see the Columbus skyline and are stuck in Columbus rush hour traffic. Haven’t stopped yet. 1/4 tank left. Columbus is smack dab in the middle of Ohio. 7 hours to St. Louis. Ok, not rush hour…six car pile up. Made it past before the medivac landed.

[Cavi] 8.06pm Illinois. looks likes
[Lori] 3.05 am [driving] Kanas. Long. Very flat. Dark. Topeka has a pretty state capitol building. I think it was Topeka. Drove til 4.30am. Stopped at nasty 24 [hour] truck stop.

[Lori] 6.33am Wake up. [Cavi was driving] daylight. still in Kansas. 300 miles out from Denver. Still in Kansas. Look cows. I’d like a bed. I’ll settle for some Visine.

[Cavi] 9.25 Colorado. *#!?*ng [yes, she wrote the symbols] finally. [Lori] 9.08MT “Where’s John? Oh he’s in my lap.” “It’s in the big CD case.” [not sure what that meant, might be referring to the fact that everytime a CD was in the big case, one of us had to reach in the backseat to get it.]

[Lori] 9.23 MT “There’s nothing like poking your cats to see if their [sic, ahhhh!] dead because they haven’t peed in 24 hours.”

[Lori] 20 miles out. [from Parker, CO] “we could water your car” [hmmm…don’t remember that either]

[Lori] Mile 1,970 [In the middle of the Utah desert, I do remember this.] “I’m so stressed. I’m homeless. I can’t handle ONE more thing. Oh, my check engine light just came on.”

[Lori] 2146 Night in motel in Richfield, UT “Beautiful Richfield, where people come because they can’t stand the interstate anymore.”

“I’m just going to put my sleeping mask on and read.”

[Lori] 2321 Arizona.

Seem to have lost interest in journaling at that point. It was our last stretch. Arizona, then Nevada, then Cali. The most stressful part of the trip actually happened after that, but that’ll be another post.

woo hoo

I’m back. Safe and exhausted. Long post as soon as I’ve caught up with work!

The Adventure Begins

This will be the last post for a bit, and this time I mean it. We’re getting ready to eat breakfast and then head out across the country. Our route changed a bit, as we have been invited to spend the night at Cavi’s uncle’s house, just outside of Denver, Co. That’s about 25 hours from here. We’re going to try to do that drive straight. Actually, we are going to do that drive straight. Hopefully get to Uncle Mike’s at around 11 or so tomorrow morning. Take a nap, spend some time with them, spend the night, and do the next 16 hours on Saturday. My flight leaves from LAX on 10.30 Monday morning. Right now it feels like everything will happen too fast, but I’m sure that feeling will change at around hour 10 of the first 25. Wish us luck!

Revenge

The first bar was too quiet, so after one beer Jenni and Beth headed to their local haunt. There would be a crowd there, and the beer was better anyway. The 45-minute drive back to their hometown flew by while they sang loudly along with their CDs and made each other laugh with silly voices.

Jenni and Beth were still laughing as they made their way up the steps to Galileo’s. Suddenly Beth stopped short, staring. “Oh my God,” she said, too loudly. Jenni looked up, saw what Beth had seen and grabbed Beth’s arm, dragging her into the bar. They plopped dazedly onto some barstools.

“That was him, wasn’t it? That was Bill.” Beth asked.

Jenni nodded. “I want to hit him. I have to do something. God he’s such an asshole, I have to do something.

“But you don’t even like Rissa anymore, do you?” Beth asked.

“No, but that doesn’t change what he did. He needs to have something really bad happen to him, he needs to have it happen tonight, and I need to be the cause of it. He took advantage of the fact that Rissa was deaf. He took advantage of the fact that she was having trouble with her husband and her life.”

Beth sighed and snuck a glance over her beer list. “Bill’s just sitting laughing with his friends. Don’t you think he recognized us?”

Jenni started to get up. “I’m going to go over there and hit him, I mean it. We might have to leave quick.”

She would have done it, too, if Beth hadn’t grabbed her arms. You can’t hit him, Jen. I’m wearing heels, I can’t help; I won’t even be able to run. Think of something you can do that won’t ban us evermore from Galileo’s. I know he’s a dick, but seriously. I’ll help you think of something else to do.”

They discussed a few things amongst themselves. Rehashing the events that had led to this need for revenge.

“And when she called to tell him she was pregnant and needed money, he wouldn’t help. He blocked all her numbers, her email, her instant messenger, everything. She was wrong, too, but she was my friend. I wonder how many other girls he’s done this to. I wonder what sort of diseases he’s passed around,” growled Jenni.

“That’s it,” said Beth, “an STD. We’ll tell him that Rissa has an STD.”

Jenni laughed, “No, one better. Watch this. When I walk past you, get up and leave. Don’t look back.”

Jenni got up and walked over to Bill. He looked up, surprised. He barely got out a “hey” before Jenni leaned in toward him.

“I don’t like you, and you know why. But I feel like I have to tell you. Rissa is HIV positive. So you should probably get checked out.” She thumped him on the shoulder like an old pal, straightened up and walked past Beth who was looking in the other direction. Beth quickly slid off her stool and they headed out the door.

As they drove away, Jenni said. “He might think I’m joking, but somewhere in the back of his mind there’ll be the seed of doubt. He’ll have to go get tested. I hope he has an agonizing night tonight thinking about having HIV and all the other girls he’ll have to tell. And I hope it takes a long time for him to get back his test results.”

Beth sighed and stared out of her window. As revenge goes, did this go too far?


Lori

A blog about my life and other stuff.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Romania.

Dorothy Parker, Not So Deep as a Well (1937)