Sunday night, I was chilling at home by myself when the phone rings. It was not a number I recognized but it was the area code of our hometown where Joe was visiting. Thinking it might be him, I answered.
me: Hello?Then Monday happened. Short version - they put him on a flight to Detroit knowing he had no chance to make his connection. Rescheduled him on a flight to Chicago but the plane left so late he would've missed the connection there. Instead, he spent over nine hours in Detroit waiting for another flight home. In all, he arrived home over eight hours later than planned.
them: Hello, may I speak with Joseph McPunchyerface?
me: Sorry, he's not available. Could I take a message?
them: This is Ye Olde Catholic High School. We were calling to see if Joe planned to make another pledge this year.
me: Ha, he's actually visiting there in town this weekend!
them: When will he be home so we can call again?
me: He'll be home Monday night.
Which means he was NOT home Monday night. And this is how Northwest made me lie to the Pope.
P.S. I also lied to the cats because I promised them short-haired human would be home mid-afternoon. Honestly, I might be more afraid of lying to Tonya than the Pope.