As a Peacock

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Mistaken Identity

While booking a summer trip for Andy and the boys this morning, I logged into my Expedia account, found the deal I was looking for, entered a series of numbers, birthdates, etc... confirmed and clicked to buy. Only after that click did I realize that the Benjamin I booked was not the little blonde-haired, glasses-wearing 2nd grader, but rather another glasses-wearing Benjamin who drinks and smokes and lives in Brooklyn. Ben Jackson, my ex.





My heart dropped as I realized that they sent that ticket information to Andy. I quickly dialed up Expedia and explained that only 5 minutes earlier I wasn't in this pickle and I had the wrong name because of those stupid pull-down menus and could they delete that name from my pull down menu because I don't plan on traveling with that Benjamin any time soon... and, and, and. The lady said, no, they couldn't transfer the ticket. Shit.

They could, though, cancel that ticket and refund Andy's credit card number. (Hopefully they can work that out! I don't think he'd want to buy a ticket for Ben Jackson.) But then she went into a long explanation about how they couldn't book the minor, Ben McKenzie, without an adult, blah blah. I said fine. I would obviously buy his ticket with my ticket. I will make sure the right Ben is sitting next to me.

Let sleeping dogs lie?

We don't know what Ben was thinking about when he wrote this note, but I like it:

The dogs have been waking us up every morning at about 4:30am. So Andy and I wake them up when they are sleeping.