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Because I’m in Denver at the SIA Show and my wonderful boyfriend is back in Boulder, I called him last night while walking from the convention center back to the hotel.
Mid conversation, I told him to hold on, I was going to go into the frozen yogurt shop I’d just walked by to snag a sample.
Five minutes later I got a text message that read: “I can’t believe it. You just hung up on me for fro yo.”
In my defense, I did tell him I’d call him back …
This morning (at four fricking 30) on the way to the Denver International Airport Nicole and I were chuckling at some friends’ past misfortunes.
One had once missed a flight by mixing up 12 a.m. and 12 p.m.; another almost went to the airport two evenings in a row by confusing 12 a.m. on Wednesday with 12 a.m. on Thursday.
Both are easily made mistakes a.m. and p.m., noon and midnight. I’ve gotten them confused on other occasions, though none so catastrophic as to miss a flight.
Nicole and I got to the airport together at 5:15 but were taking different flights, so we parted ways and I went over to American Airlines to check in and print my boarding pass.
Departure: 6:10 a.m.
Boarding time: 5:40 a.m.
What?! Now it was 5:22 a.m.
Turns out I’d confused 6 a.m. with 7 a.m., which seems like it would far more difficult to do than to mix up 12 a.m. and 12 p.m.
Guess that’s what I get for rolling my eyes at others’ debacles. Damn karma.