Who needs a hormonal hot flash when you can just embarrass yourself into a permanent blush?
I hate to even tell you what I've done. It's so horrible that I'm pretty sure some of you will leave my blog and never come back. EVER.
I am a terrible person.
I am despicable.
I am lower than a snake's belly in a wagon rut.
I used to be a nice person. Had my act together. Got things done. Usually efficiently. Could juggle the multiple activities of my family and the kids in our care (we were houseparents for mentally and emotionally impaired teens for 9 years). Managed to stumble through life without anything major happening.
Until this morning.
When I made a VERY ERRONEOUS ASSUMPTION. Our first guest from the U.S. sent us her travel itinerary, but do you think I printed it out? I just glanced at it, thought I had the info firmly imbedded in my brain and went about my merry way.
I knew she was flying Lan and she was coming in via Santiago, Chile. Only one flight per day from Santiago to Cordoba so no problema: she was arriving at 12:55 p.m. -- lunch time.
Only she WASN'T coming IN via Santiago. She's going OUT via Santiago. She actually came IN via Lima, Peru.
At 6:15 a.m.
So the poor girl arrived in a strange city in a foreign country and there was no one to meet her.
And nobody came.
She had no way to contact us.
[Because I may have mentioned she's our first visitor? Thus she is also our guinea pig, and we are learning with her. We didn't think to give her a phone number.]
At 9:30 a.m. I was doing breakfast dishes and waiting for Ivan to get back from the store. I thought, "I should print out her flight info."
Which is when I discovered my APPALLING MISTAKE.
It was with COMPLETE AND UTTER HORROR that I looked at the itinerary and read the arrival time of 6:15 a.m.
I felt literally sick to my stomach.
I called Ivan and he rushed home and called the airport to get a message to our poor abandoned guest. The airport personnel were singularly UNHELPFUL.
So we just made the mad dash to the airport. Normally it's an hour trip. We made it there in just over 45 minutes.
Which put us exactly FIVE HOURS LATE in picking her up.
I told you I'm a terrible person.
She was tired. She was hungry. But she handled the situation much better than I could have/would have done. She was kind. She was gracious. I think she has forgiven me.
I'm sure she will never forget though.
Didn't think so.
Who do you think will become absolutely anal about printing out itineraries and posting them on the refridgerator and looking at them multiple times?
Who do you think will be careful to give phone numbers and other important information to future guests?
Oh, the mortification.
Have y'all ever done anything this bad? Please don't leave me dangling here by one very red and embarrassed thread. Tell me your tales of shame and humiliation. Let's all enjoy a good group blush. Please?!