As I was re-checking the rooms for late arrivals, tring-tring...
"Hel...", say I.
"I have missed my flight."
"Oh no - who am I speaking to?"
"Gaskalada Konomipolous. (I think I heard correctly.) And don't you dare take the payment from my credit card! Don't you dare, you hear me!!"
"Could you please spell your name for me?" I asked.
"You card has already been debited," I explain. "You have to give at least a days notice. It's all there on your booking form."
"I am giving a days notice. My booking is for tomorrow."
"No, it's for tonight - Wednesday, 30th May. I am reading it, right here."
"I would like to speak to your Manager, right now!"
"You may speak to me."
"Do you realise that I am 'phoning from my cell 'phone, here in Memphis? Now, why would I make a booking for tonight, if I am still here in Memphis"
Yesterday morning, an e-mail.
I am flying in from the USA next week. I would like to book a dorm bed. I would also like discount as I am bringing in food for the orphans in Swaziland. I do not have much money. I would also like you to contact the bus to Swaziland leaving the following morning, and ask them to pop by at your place so that I can save the fare to the terminal B at OR Tambo.
I would also like a physical description of the driver. As you can understand I am very nervous about landing at your airport in the middle of Johannesburg. Also, what would it cost me for a taxi driver to bring me to your place at midnight?"
R100, I mail back.
That is much too expensive. I have contacted another driver at the airport and he will only charge me R150. Which is not bad considering it is so late at night. For the life of me, I cannot think why I booked this flight so late.