jimk
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Around 2017 my wife and I each got an $800 credit for volunteering to take a bump on a Delta flight from SLC back to the east coast. We had a 5pm flight and went out on an 830pm redeye flight instead. The $1600 bump offer came in the form of a versatile visa gift card, good as cash. The final clincher was that they threw in free cab fare from Baltimore-BWI to my house in VA, a one hour cab ride.
In my earlier days I had two ski buddies I did a lot of trips with. In March of 1985 we did a six hour evening drive up to the Catskills in an old Honda Civic. By midnight we were in the mountains and driving in a snow squall, the check engine light came on, the gas tank empty light came on, and we couldn't find our mom and pop motel near Windham. Finally found motel, the owner had gone to bed, but left the door open. We had prepaid. We slept. In the morning my two friends had a goofy wrestling match and broke one of the beds. We never saw the owner and left without saying a word about the bed.
In 1991 I drove from VA to Aspen in two days with those same two friends. We had a hellacious 5 MPH drive over Vail pass during a dark, heavy snow storm at 8PM. Arrived in little motel in Glenwood Springs exhausted and bleary-eyed after two long days on the road. Clerk at motel had no sympathy. Maybe that was payback karma for the broken bed?
In my earlier days I had two ski buddies I did a lot of trips with. In March of 1985 we did a six hour evening drive up to the Catskills in an old Honda Civic. By midnight we were in the mountains and driving in a snow squall, the check engine light came on, the gas tank empty light came on, and we couldn't find our mom and pop motel near Windham. Finally found motel, the owner had gone to bed, but left the door open. We had prepaid. We slept. In the morning my two friends had a goofy wrestling match and broke one of the beds. We never saw the owner and left without saying a word about the bed.
In 1991 I drove from VA to Aspen in two days with those same two friends. We had a hellacious 5 MPH drive over Vail pass during a dark, heavy snow storm at 8PM. Arrived in little motel in Glenwood Springs exhausted and bleary-eyed after two long days on the road. Clerk at motel had no sympathy. Maybe that was payback karma for the broken bed?
