I travel a lot. Before you get all envious or eye-rolling on me, please consider that this weekend I’m going to Rochester, NY. I’ll see the airport, the hotel, and the airport. With maybe a restaurant or two thrown in.
I normally travel on time-sensitive trips, which require careful planning to insure I have “backup” flights in case the first flight has a mechanical or inbound weather problems. I never take the travel voucher when they’re begging folks to get off the plane. I can’t. I have people depending on me to get there. You’d have to sandblast me out of my seat.
On the way home on Sundays, they only ever seem to offer the $200 voucher. I’m tired. I’ve got mountains of work waiting for me. I’m not getting off a plane for $200.
Two weeks ago, the airline hit $400 for a voucher. I thought a second, and opened my mouth to say, “I’ll do it!” and wave my arm at the steward. But that second was a second too long and some guy with superhuman speed was racing down the aisle. Normally they ask for volunteers before you get on the plane, but apparently this was a weight situation and they had to get people off the plane once it was loaded. I sat in my seat mentally kicking myself, because I’ve got to fly my husband to NY with me for the RWA National Conference. That $400 voucher was his fare! And I let a little thing like being tired get in the way of a bonanza.
I fumed. Cursed silently. Then put it behind me and reached for my magazine. When all hope seemed lost, the steward began coming down the aisle counting passengers. I struck instantly this time. I stopped the poor boy in the middle of his count. “Excuse me! If you need another, I’ll get off.” He gave me a withering stare as only a steward can give when you’ve interrupted him in the middle of his count.
“I don’t think we’ll need another.”
“Oh. Okay. But I’m willing.” ::big smile::
He went back to counting and I gathered my things. Just call me an optimist. Sure enough he needed one more. I left the plane feeling very clever. I beat the system! I got something for nothing. I’M BRINGING HOME THE BACON!
It is absolutely ridiculous how excited I was to get this plane voucher. Apparently, even though I travel, I “don’t get out much” so it takes very little to impress me.
Why are we so excited when we win something? My sister has a huge network of sites she visits to get freebies. She gets free samples of something in the mail every single day. She’s gotten coffee pots and action figures and movies. Toothpaste, drink mixes and books. The list is endless and she never gets tired of finding the “free.”
How about you? Do you love a bargain or freebie? Do you like gaming the system?