I would be going home this evening.
My last day, and I worked with the team all morning.
During breaks I fretted about checking in online and feared the worst. We bade our farewells at lunchtime and I walked back to Atlantic Station and into the arms of Victoria Secrets. There was business to be done here, on behalf of my offspring.
Three hundred dollars later I had the distinct feeling I had not bought much.
During breaks I fretted about checking in online and feared the worst. We bade our farewells at lunchtime and I walked back to Atlantic Station and into the arms of Victoria Secrets. There was business to be done here, on behalf of my offspring.
Three hundred dollars later I had the distinct feeling I had not bought much.
I went back to The Twelve
and had a swim. Down in the lobby the place seemed to be over-run by family
reunions. Crowds arrived and entered the elevator stabbing ineffectually at the
buttons and then stomped out back to reception for a new room key.
I’d had enough and went to the airport much too early for a 21:30.
It was just as well. Delta had the last word,
“No. We don’t have you booked on this flight”.
They had no reservation for me. Quelle surprise.
I did manage to talk my way onto to the flight, bursting with large people and eventually left Atlanta for a fitful sleep.
I did manage to talk my way onto to the flight, bursting with large people and eventually left Atlanta for a fitful sleep.
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