I Was Wrong About The Cockups...

They had to get me in the end. *sigh*

The stupid volcano Ekvkmfdknbfjlnvfnklvfnj decided to erupt again today, causing delays and cancellations in Europe, especially Spain. Sam almost didn't make it out but he did-he's still in flight as we speak: up over Scotland, across Greenland, over Canada and then to the US. (Heheh, at least he can claim he's been to Canada now :P). His flight was supposed to arrive at about 5:10, then 5:30. Ok, so I'm at work just waiting for time to pass by already so I can buy my stuff and get to the airport. I buy a set of glasses at the yard sale out front (glass drinking glasses for 75 cents for the set! Score!) I get a text from Sam.

"Flight is going to be VERY late, mum sent you an email!"

Ok, so I buy the last of Sam's stuff (7 vitamin water, a bag of Doritos, salsa and root beer; along with stuff for me) and head to the car. Dad is being a bitch ("Why so much, are you serious? How stupid is that, blah blah blah") and I ignore him. We get home, I scoot to my computer, eyeroll at Windows bluescreening at me, then boot it over to the mac. I get to the email and:

"Sam's flight will be in at 8:30/9 pm tonight."

Cue MUCH cussing and hand on desking as Francine comes in and Dad yelling at us to abandon Sam and let the idiot find his own way to us, it's HIS ass. I ignore Dad, show Francine the email and we set about making a plan. I look at the websites for several places and then finally flip through the phone book and call one that's open 24 hours and regularly does trips to and from Logan.

"You want a car for WHEN?!? Let me call you back."

Cue much wondering and nail biting. He calls back.

"Ok, we can fit you in for tonight, it'll be a (Lincoln) Town Car. Flight details, name, credit card? $85+15%, so it's $100. Here's a cell phone for him to call us...*tsk tsking about Sam's international number*. I give the information, collect the guy's cell phone that he assures me will be available to use and the whole affair is settled. Phew.

When Sam comes in we'll probably go to the Red Arrow for dinner. Sam will be getting a burger or some other meal and not the delicious cheese and meat topped pie of win he was hoping for. But beggars cannot be choosers. As his mum said, he has two weeks for pizza.

It's not even 7:30 and the anticipation is nearly KILLING ME for Sam to GET HERE ALREADY. GAH. >_<

Please let there not be anything else tonight, I just want to have a nice, quiet night of being with Sam in his hotel room. That's it. No asshole Dad bursting through the doors wielding a gun/knife/bat, no Dad being a prick to Sam, no plane crashes/delays, no car being late or never arriving, no bumfuckery of any sort. I think we deserve that at least.