everything in its right place

Things are packed. Room is clean (mostly). American $$ are in the wallet. Heather is really really excited.

Sounds good, right? Maybe not.

Apparently I didn’t receive the confirmation number for my shuttle to Seattle, which is needed to board the bus. Fuck. Called the company; they closed at 5:00 (even the toll free). Called my mother but she was no help: “Well, you can’t do anything about it.” So, the plan is to go to the bus stop anyway, explain my dilemma and hope that I’m not the first person to have made the mistake of not noticing the fine print earlier. Plan B: Buy another ticket. Money is no object, right?

Right.

Cross your fingers for me and do some black magic.