How is that even possible? Well it is.
I’m traveling to Melbourne next week for a friend’s birthday. A few people are heading over for the weekend to go to the footy and shop and then they’ll drive back along the Great Ocean Road.
I decided to avoid the temptation to shop and just fly in on the Monday in time to do the drive back with them.
It all seemed like a good idea, until I booked the wrong flight. Somehow messing up the whole 24 hour time thing, I booked a flight that I thought was arriving at 2.55pm, only to realize it arrived at 22.55pm… long after my friends would have left the city.
Had I booked for any earlier day, it wouldn’t have mattered, but I’d tried to avoid the shopping.
So, I paid my $50 to change my flight, wryly acknowledging that it would have been way more fun to spend the money at a DFO, and I’ll look forward to another shopping-free weekend.
sarsrose 