Silly Computer...
You've checked out of your hotel, installed a machine, trained on the machine, returned your rental car and waltz up to the auto-check-in ATM like device. You run your card through, type in PRO for good ole Providence and wait to pick your seat. Except it comes back with some sort of error, translated loosely as:
ERROR: DUMBFUCK, YOU ARE NOT FLYING TODAY.
Well, you chuckle. You do the sign of the cross over the machine and smile at it as if it's a retarded child. "Oh dear, you have NO IDEA who you are dealing with, do you foolish computer? FOR I AM A GOLD STATUS MEMBER. But that is hardly your fault, your programmers are to blame, I hold no grudge and will try again. But fear not, no wraith will fall on you.
And you do, and the same error comes up. Enter panic mode.
You check your reservation and oooooooooooooooooh faaaaaaaaaaaaantastic. You were suppose to fly YESTERDAY. Baring a time machine things appear... dim. One hour until the flight, and that only gets you to Charlotte, not even Providence.
You beg, you plead, YOU ARE GOLD and everything becomes right. You shoot off an email to the travel agent (because you already check what you had sent them and...well, you don't make mistakes....that you admit to....ever).
They apologize and note that maybe you should doublecheck yourself, before you wreck....well you know.
And they're probably right.
But fuck that shit.
FOR I AM GOLD.
ERROR: DUMBFUCK, YOU ARE NOT FLYING TODAY.
Well, you chuckle. You do the sign of the cross over the machine and smile at it as if it's a retarded child. "Oh dear, you have NO IDEA who you are dealing with, do you foolish computer? FOR I AM A GOLD STATUS MEMBER. But that is hardly your fault, your programmers are to blame, I hold no grudge and will try again. But fear not, no wraith will fall on you.
And you do, and the same error comes up. Enter panic mode.
You check your reservation and oooooooooooooooooh faaaaaaaaaaaaantastic. You were suppose to fly YESTERDAY. Baring a time machine things appear... dim. One hour until the flight, and that only gets you to Charlotte, not even Providence.
You beg, you plead, YOU ARE GOLD and everything becomes right. You shoot off an email to the travel agent (because you already check what you had sent them and...well, you don't make mistakes....that you admit to....ever).
They apologize and note that maybe you should doublecheck yourself, before you wreck....well you know.
And they're probably right.
But fuck that shit.
FOR I AM GOLD.