Wednesday, July 19
What with being holidays and all, how was I supposed to remember what day it was?...
A very kind Stittman drove me to the airport (thankfully twas only Newcastle) on Tues at 7am so I could fly up to the Gold Coast to see my parents and Nome and Adam, the parents to be.
I thanked Stittman, got to the check in, gave some ID and the girl asked me who I was flying with. I thought it to be an interesting question, since I was at the VirginBlue counter…she then asked me where I was going. After telling her Coolangatta I was surprised to hear her say that there were no flights there today…I got my booking info out and looked at the date: 12th July… I looked at the date on my watch: 11th July… “oh, bum, is it Tuesday today?...ahhhhh, holidays. I’ll be back tomorrow”. The hostess just looked at me in disbelief. I imagine, had she not been trained to be polite or had she not been at work, she would have (rightly so) called me a brain dead moron! I got on the blower straight away and thankfully Stittman had only just driven off. In the end it worked out ok, I had a “spare day” to hang with Stittman (we watched DVDs), get some stuff in order and go bouldering at “the house of pain” (from which I was subsequently sore all over for the next 3 days…). The next day Stittman was at my place at 7 and we did it all again, except this time I actually hopped on the plane…
