A conversation at the check-in counter

When arriving at the check-in counter at the airport I told the attendant that "I was going to Paris through Dallas". "Ok", the woman said, "Paris through Dulles". "Yes", I said, "Dallas". She looked strangely at me and I was thinking how weird it was that she had so much trouble pronouncing "Dallas". Got my boarding card and went through security and passed by the gate to Washington DC, thinking it's convenient that there is a direct flight to the east coast at that time. But strangely enough I couldn't find the gate to Dallas... and then it hit me and I picked up my boarding card....

And sure enough...

It said... tada... Dulles Airport in Washington DC...

This is what happens when you fly too often - so often that you just toss your printed e-ticket papers in your travel bag, just glancing to check departure and arrival time... Dallas - Dulles... same same...

I quickly text the Husband, informing him that I wasn't going to Dallas after all and then settled for a cross-country flight rather than a half-way flight... But then - in the end - I did arrive in Pars - just as planned. Not just exactly the way I had thought...