Mini flies out this weekend to visit friends at the Jersey Shore. Almost half of her group of friends are from New Jersey, New York, and the surrounding area. I wanted to go. I'm not even joking - I had a vision of us taking a family trip and incorporating time to hang out with Mini's friends' families. Mini was like WAIT. YOU THINK YOU'RE COMING? Yeah, so it was a brief hallucination. One that didn't even require me to smoke anything or ingest an illegal substance. It was a good, albeit brief trip. I'm just a creative type. I guess.
The other day I asked whose house she is staying at and she rattled off all.the.houses. and all.the.parents who we've met and really enjoy. One family is hosting a party for all the local parents and are you surprised that I woke up and thought MAYBE I'LL JUST BUY A FLIGHT FOR MYSELF AND GO FOR LIKE ONE NIGHT?
Flights for her were pricey - and no, I haven't bought myself a flight and I probably won't I think I'll be in Indianapolis that weekend with Curly for basketball. Sounds just as fun, right? I used that flight search engine where a bunch of suggestions pop up. Priceline maybe? The cheapest one was on something called Foggyfly.com. Is there a worse name for a travel ticket place, ever?
I was like YEAH, WELL IT'S HERE ON PRICELINE. MUST BE FINE. We booked it.
A few days later, Mini was freaking out because she hadn't gotten an email confirmation. She'd taken a photo of the screen, so we called and gave her confirmation number.
Turns out they'd been trying to call her. The flight included NO carry on or personal item or anything, so if she wanted to bring ANYTHING with her, she'd have to pay extra. There were some thick accents involved and I was using Bluetooth to make the call while Mini and I were both in the car. I was squinting, because even when you aren't reading squinting makes things so much clearer.
Mini: OH, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LISTEN TO MY VOICEMAIL ON MY PHONE, SO I DIDN'T GET ANY MESSAGES.
Me: YEAH, WE WILL JUST CANCEL. NOT PAYING TO BRING ON A PERSONAL ITEM.
After we bought the flight, we'd read some reviews and no one in the world had a positive thing to say about this group. Oops.
Foggy peeps tried to tell me that we could no longer cancel because it had been more than 24 hours and they'd tried to reach my 'how-does-voicemail-work?' daughter. I told them I'd just tell my credit card company that I don't authorize the charge since they weren't upfront with us when we bought the ticket. I'd read the small print. There was NOTHING about not being able to walk on the flight with not so much as a small wallet or phone case. Not happening.
I alerted my credit card company and I've checked and as of now foggy has not charged anything to my credit card.
While Mini was in Ireland all of her college crew went to Florida for spring break. Two girls booked on Kiwi airlines or something, paying next to nothing. I guess after they bought the tix they read reviews and these two were so worried they were never gonna get to Florida. They made it, but it was kind of a running joke.
Enter Mini and I and the Foggy ordeal. Her friend group chat (no, I'm not ON the group text, but if I can find a way to be added - I will def be joining. Open to tips) exploded with HAVE WE LEARNED NOTHING YET? And other little jabs at how stupid we'd been.
Then the girls were all like - yeah -but Mrs. Shenanigan isn't gonna take that sitting down, etc. Mini shared this with me and I was like, HUH?
She reminded me that when her friends stayed here at Easter and admired the new kitchen, I'd shared the tales of how we were ripped off by our contractor and how I went to his office and raised enough hell that the police were called.
I apparently also told them the story of me vs the junior high principal who stuck Tank in a lunch with no peers because "WELL, HE'S NOT WORKING AT GRADE LEVEL FOR MATH" (in order to make his special ed math class work in his schedule) as if he's not deserving of time with his peers. I told that God-awful principal: MARK MY WORDS, TANK'LL BE THE MOST SUCCESSFUL STUDENT YOUR SCHOOL EVER PRODUCES . . . among other, possibly less polite, things.Plus that same principal had to deal with my wrath when Tank was kicked out of 8th grade a few hours before graduation after a kid started pummeling him in the head on a field trip and Tank defended himself. Mini and I told her friends about the Halloween costume she wore to school the next year.
Of course those girls witnessed my dad's blatant 'MY SMARTEST GRANDCHILD . . . DIDN'T GET INTO ND BECAUSE HER PARENTS MAKE TOO MUCH MONEY' crap and I had some.things.to.say about that.
Apparently I'm now known to her friends as a hell-raising, vigilante and I think that means that her friends really want me to find a way to get out to the Jersey Shore to hang with all of them next week. Right?