'So you want to go to Southampton from Edinburgh?' He asked hesitatingly.
'No.' I started slowly. 'I have missed my flight there. Can you pay for a hotel for me here please?'
'In Edinburgh?'
'No, here. In Glasgow. I would rather not fly from here now rather than not fly from Edinburgh in three hours' (That bit will change and hopefully get funnier but I did say something like that)
He nodded vigourously. I smiled and relaxed.
'I don't know.' He finished.
I kept smiling. This was great. Wait 'til the book comes out.
'Can you find out?' I asked hopefully.
He held up a finger and disappeared behind the partition bearing the Flybe logo. I waited for a few minutes, I even turned and rolled my eyes in exasperation at the couple who were waiting in line behind me. They nodded grimly in solidarity. The young customer service facilitation engineer reappeared. I made eye contact, he looked away.
'Any joy?' I asked, already knowing the answer.
'No?' He responded simply.
No joy or no chance of getting a room I thought but instead I remained silent and allowed him to speak.
'You can get one, pay for it yourself and claim it back.' He offered almost apologetically.
'Good enough. How about a flight tomorrow?'
This proved to be no problem at al land I was duly, efficiently and satisfactorily booked on to the 0645 hours AM flight tomorrow morning.
The Holiday Inn was directly opposite the departures terminal and a room was quickly secured and within minutes I found myself down the bar with a pair of pints of cider. I need to be up at 5AM but that's OK at least I'll get back at a reasonable time tomorrow.
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