I've been waiting for just the right moment. The anticipation has been kept at bay, barely, for months while I sweated (literally) and scrimped (mostly literally) and saved (not quite literally). I'd been price-checking and date-changing and pathologically obsessing over the getting the dates *just* right. And just when I have an itinerary mapped out and the price has been fixed for weeks and weeks, I go to buy the ticket. Only to find that it had all gone kerblewey overnight.
"TWENTY-FIVE HUNDRED MOTHERFUCKING DOLLARS?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?"
No, unfortunately, britishair.com was not shitting me. From Seattle to London to Kolkata (Calcutta), then New Delhi to London to Seattle had jumped from $1574 as of LAST freaking NIGHT to $2499. Same dates. Same *everything*.
Okay, don't panic, right? Right! Change dates. Change something. Change anything, goddammit!
Fortunately it all ended up ok. Not quite the route I was planning on taking, but it'll work and it was only $1482 instead of $1574. For whatever reason, as of today flying into Kolkata completely buggered everything. The peevish snobbism I had anticipated relishing from arriving into India via Kolkata instead of pedestrian New Delhi has sadly evaporated, but I'll live.
Now my bank account is exactly one thousand, four hundred and eighty-two dollars less than it was about three hours ago. All from a few little clicks on the keyboard. And I couldn't be happier.
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