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?
Todd Wellman 