There’s something about the end that makes me forget about the journey.  Sometimes.  Or at least I can let go of the annoyance a journey fueled.

In this case, when I finally got to talk to someone at Expedia after hours of being on hold (multiple tries), it was lovely.  Though it was a 60-minute wait time that time.  And, yes, they still played “Time Keeps on Slipping.”  But I canceled what I had to, and then got my confirmation.  Ah.  Perhaps it also helped that I called via Google Voice so I could do other stuff while waiting.  So I wasn’t running down my mobile.

And a few days later: I booked another hotel for a different trip… on Expedia.  Did I make a good choice — or am I just not learning a lesson?