Delayed gratitude, airline style

It's Wednesday.  Or, as Winnie the Pooh so famously says, Winds-day.  Actually, THAT is not too bad today.

But it's a happy non-Pooh day because I got through to Orbitz and I am getting a refund for my tickets to London for next month. 

Someday.

That's where the title comes from (sort of).

Actually, the title comes from a malapropism of my mother's from some years ago when my son wanted his Christmas presents early: "he needs to learn delayed gratitude" she stated.  I don't think he ever quite has.  Have any of us?

But a combination of Orbitz and British Airways is trying to teach me, in my 7th decade, some. 😡

I'll start here: we were going to London, then Glasgow, to see a Cardinals-Cubs baseball game (because who doesn't go to London for that, right?) and then a European Cup first-round soccer game.

The European Cup was postponed (till next year) first.  Weeks ago.

Then, several weeks ago, the baseball game.

There was no reason to go to London.

And British Air kind of knew that: I lost count of how many alerts I got from Orbitz saying the time or place of the flight was changed.  Again, and again. 

Hey!  ICYMI there is a travel ban from here to Europe.  Hello!

But they insisted on acting like they were flying us to London on June 11th.  Even if we had to stop 3 times on the way to do it. 😡

But now they have relented.

However, let's talk money.

When do I get my refund?  "It might take up to 8 weeks for it to show up on your credit card..."

EIGHT WEEKS!!!

Eight effin' weeks!!!

What can you say or do? 

Fortunately, we're not going anywhere anytime soon, but that money, which isn't insignificant for 3 tickets to London, could be used for something else.  Like retail therapy. 

Delayed gratitude.

My gratitude ain't coming anytime soon.

But it's Hump Day.  We're gonna make it through this one, right? 

Right? 

Till tomorrow. 

With gratitude,