This weekend was all about living on the edge.
Not only did I purchase and eat non-organic grapes, but I left dishes in the sink for an entire night, I pretty much risked my life to find parking at the mall on Saturday afternoon, and I let my Japanese-straightening miracle-worker douse my head with dozens of toxic chemicals.
But all of these things paled in comparison to what else I (dumbly) did: I allowed my husband to get involved in planning our Christmas vacation.
Me: There certainly are but these are the most reasonable. Trust me, I’ve done my research.
Ali: But don’t I have status on USAir?
Me: Please Ali. Who has booked every single one of our trips for the 12 years we’ve been married? I think I know your status better than you do.
Ali: I very much doubt that.
Me: Well then by all means, go ahead and waste your Sunday afternoon.
And Ali did just that.
First he called his BFF at the American Express Travel to facilitate. Then his BFF conferenced in USAir. Then Ali turned up the volume on speakerphone so I too could enjoy the useless 48 minute conversation.
At the end of it all we agreed on the following:
- USAir does not offer any convenient routes, at any convenient times, to any enjoyable destinations.
- Ali has no status on USAir.
- Virgin and Delta are the best of the worst.
- And when it comes to travel-related decisions Ali should NOT question me.
But I’m 99% certain it won’t stop him from doing it again.