*kof-kof*
I’ll do exactly that. How hard is it to remember that there is such a thing as “ground transportation,” and that a bus or train could have gotten them to Newark in plenty of time. But they won’t hear me say anything but, “Uh-huh,” “Golly,” and maybe a “tsk-tsk” thrown in for good measure. (I wonder whatever happened to “Plan B?”)
Remember, DC isn’t “that far away on a map.”
Sorry. My evil self is really fighting with my mom self.
I suspect the airline will get all the blame. Forever.
As long as it’s not you getting the blame! “Uh-huh,” “Golly,” and “I’m very sorry it didn’t work out for you,” as I said about Tom’s (not) going to graduate school.