Hello everyone – it’s Dad again. When this post gets published, I will be finally be in flight for my first budget luxury trip that I spent close to a year planning and anticipating. My wife and I were supposed to kick off the trip by experiencing the marvelous Cathay Pacific first-class cabin together, for the first time, and I patiently waited forever to experience what Angelina said was her best flight to date. However, there is no room for Dad in the first class cabin.
My day started out great with a nice breakfast before heading off to an easy day at work and special pre-departure family dinner (sans Angelina who is working down in Philly). My son was nice enough to drive us to JFK, and when we arrived, we excitedly approached the first-class counter to receive our
golden tickets boarding passes. This was the day… or so I thought.
At the counter, with our passports and confirmation numbers in hand, we were quickly snapped out of our dream. My heart dropped to the floor when the ticketing agent told us that our flight was actually yesterday…at 1:30 am. Is this a joke?! How could I be so stupid to forget that 1:30 am means a new day?!? Cr*p!!!!!
While trying to remain calm, cool, and collected in front of the crying wife and the surrounded passengers, I am sweating bullets inside. This was certainly not earning me any man points. For heaven’s sake – I am not a travel rookie, I’ve traveled to over 40 countries, and have never missed a flight due to my own ignorance. Out of all flights for this to happen, why does it have to be this one?!
Luckily for us there was a light at the end of the tunnel. We had the pleasure of being assisted by a terrific customer service representative from British Airways named Bruce Hardwicke, who took a lot of time to make sure we got could get on the flight… without having to purchase a new ticket or pay any outrageous change fees. He was genuinely sympathetic and understood that what happened was an innocent (and apparently very common) mistake.
One problem though – there was only 1 first class and 1 business class seat available… Decision time… is it me or my wife? Naturally, I elected to take the business class seat because every man knows the saying, “a happy wife is a happy life.”
While my wife was fully enjoying the lounge, I was fortunate enough to be able to re-book all of my HKG/Macau hotels for the correct dates without any loss or penalties. I’m glad everything worked out for us.
Also, I hear my wife is in good company up in first class – she’s seated next to Mike, who writes the hustle blog and his wife. And of course she had to “tastefully” rub in her first class experience by texting me this before the cabin door closed:
In the meantime, I will [hopefully] be experiencing my new first-class experience in one of Singapore Airlines first class suites to Australia with my favorite blogger daughter for my birthday in March 2013. I heard that’s better anyway (sorry Marie!)
I look forward to sharing trip reports and other interesting encounters during the rest of our trip. Hopefully there aren’t any more hurdles!
Has a similar experience happened to you before? Feel free to share.
P.S. – I guess the only real “loss” here is that I purposely did not pack pajamas because I was expecting to rock some stylish Shanghai Tang pjs in flight… shucks.