Oh, that was a close one. It’s now Sunday, Sep 10, 2006. For weeks I have been telling people my first outbound flight is Friday, September 14th.
Earlier today I was speaking on the phone with a friend. She asked, “Are you ready for Thursday?”
“What’s happening Thursday?”
“You’re leaving on the 14th, right?”
“Yes, but why are you asking about Thursday. I’m leaving Friday, the 14th.”
“Joe,” she says with the measured patience of someone dealing with dementia or general carelessness, “When did you last look at a calendar?”
“Yikes!” I Tom Swifted, “I’m leaving a day sooner.”
“No, you are leaving on the day for which you bought your ticket. It’s neither early nor late.”
Thank you, Monica.