“I pulled into Nazareth, was feeling ‘bout ½ past dead.”

Had it not been for a desk agent taking pity on me and keeping the gate open, I might still be in Doha.

Agent: “I have your confirmation number but not your ticket number”.
Me: “What’s the difference”
Agent: “One is a confirmation number and one is a ticket number”
Me: “I don’t like where this is going”
Agent: “Unfortunately, you’re not going anywhere without the ticket number” Continue reading