Still, at least I got to go to Cancun, and my phone worked. All 'n all what did one really need to pack to a place like Cancun, anyway? The trip was all inclusive, which, to me, means all the food and beverages I need will be provided. I could always buy a pair of touristy Bermuda shorts when I arrived, after all.
I decided to wing it. To take a plunge and not look back. I decided that I didn't know how to convey that I'd won any trip to anywhere to anybody who would be responsible for letting me on any plane to anywhere.
Shit.
Due to my curtness with the lady on the phone, due to the uninterrupted sleep due to Albert fixing my phone (again, it all came back to Albert) I had no actual data of which to provide. No "coupon code" or even a secret handshake.
Shitballs.
I checked my caller ID. It wasn't working. It HAD been working before, but the phone had not. Albert had screwed me yet again. I couldn't call this lady back, and I had about a half hour to solve this situation before my delayed flight would arrive and find me there, Bermuda shorts in hand (I certainly wasn't going to wear them to the airport - no self respecting New Yorker would ever go anywhere in Bermuda shorts)
I decided to try the help desk at the airport. After all, it was their job to help irresponsible, irrational people just like me.
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