Tallulah is enjoying her stay at Casa del Zorro or Maison de Renard. We’re quite international. Actually, with her being a dachshund maybe I should say Haus Fuchs. Anyway, she’s having a good time at the Fox House. We haven’t yet run out of carrots.
She was supposed to leave this evening. Tracey was supposed to fly back from North Carolina and fetch her. That’s not to be.
I got a text message from Tracey early this afternoon. It began with your favorite four letter Anglo-Saxon curse word (which I won’t print). She continued…
USAirways! My flight’s been cancelled. I’m fighting with ticket people. I won’t be in until midnight tonight if they ever get me on another flight.
They told her there was a tire problem on their morning flight out. Her text message was entirely too optimistic. The next open seat isn’t until that same flight tomorrow.
Tracey was primed for battle. USAirways had already lost her bags on the way down! Unfortunately passengers have already been stripped of any power. Airlines hold all the cards.
She says she’ll never fly them again… but never is a really long time. USAirways understands that part of the equation better than their customers do.
Having Tallulah another day isn’t much of a problem. She’s not very needy.