My Dad was a pilot. When I was 12, he took me to Boston on one of his trips, and we walked the Liberty Trail.
On the way home at a stop in Denver, it appeared his plane would be full and my standby ticket would not allow me to get home that day. So he handed me $50, and told me to go get a hotel and come back the next day and try again. Then he walked on the plane.
I have had had a plan for all possible contingencies every day since.
All contingencies. Planned. In Advance.
And the only place they do and ever will exist is in my mind, unless things get out of hand and they need to be exercised.
That must have been a LONG TIME ago.
That has got to be back in the 70s or before.
Starting in the 80s you couldn’t get a hotel with cash. You had to have a credit card.
And in the 80’s you had to have a driver’s license and be 18 or older.
Unless of course you were renting by the hour.