05/30/2026
I can’t make this stuff up:
I had to physically cover the phone with my hand so this poor woman didn’t hear me gasp like I just saw a ghost.
She’s asking me about flights, and I’m like “yeah… they’re insanely high right now—hurting everyone, including my own summer trip.” Trying to keep it professional. Trying to keep it together.
Then I tell her where I’m going…
And she goes, “Oh! I just got back from there. It was awful. Just AWFUL.”
Red flag. Sirens. Emergency landing.
So I calmly ask, “Oh no… where did you stay?”
The moment she said the resort name, I knew.
I KNEW.
Cheap. Cheap. CHEAP. Like “continental breakfast is a pack of crackers and vibes” cheap.
And then—because the universe wasn’t done testing me—she proudly adds,
“I booked through Costco Travel.”
Ma’am.
MA’AM.
You just said that… out loud… to a travel advisor… during flight price trauma season???
At this point I’m not even listening anymore, I’m just staring into the distance re-evaluating all my life choices.
So I wrapped up the call the only way that felt right:
“I understand completely. I’ll be taking my money out of this bank… and looking for a cheap cheap cheap one instead.”
SMH
