calamity of errors?

So....

I'm minding my on business sitting in cleveland on thursday, working on a proof of concept for how we are going to handle printing documents out of the system. (Misnomer, because it's more like generating word xml, that prints from word, reasonably well). When all the sudden Darrell on the other side of the room, gets a call. Appearantly the flight back to ATL was cancelled and he's being rebooked. they say they can't get him out till tomorrow. so he argues a little bit, and tehy say that he can leave on an 8pm flight out of akron canton. He then proceeds to rebook himself, blake, and me, out of akron-canton. So I think to myself, that's odd, why didn't they call me?

So we get rebooked, and I'm looking around, and to my surprise, none of delta's systems show the 6.50 flight as cancelled. so I call. spend a while on hold while the guy checks, and rechecks. then find out that oh, no it's not cancelled... then I finally put it together.

Darrell had been on the wedensday flight, then changed to the thursday flight. But had somehow been booked for the 8.50 (small jet) and not the 6.50(B-737)... so when delta called and said that his flight was cancelled they meany the 8.50, and then the rest unfurls from there.

I figured that out, and mentioned it... You could see Darrell sink, when he realized what he'd done. So, we go to akron by car. then wait for hours. finally leave at 9.45pm. get into atlanta @ 11pm. small jet. and to make it worse, there was this hot chick sitting in the row in front of blake and I that kept farting. I mean bad... like i couldn't believe it. the kind that could take your breath away. I could barely look her in the eye when we landed.

UNFKBVL!