Air France Lost My Mom!

So. Our Christmas Eve was a very interesting one. I won’t go into details, mostly because you won’t believe me, however I will give you a brief timeline.

9AM: Wake up. Frost, frost everywhere. Maybe we’ll have a white Christmas.

12 noon: Why the f*ck isn’t my mobile phone working? And why are there 40 people in line ahead of me at the Nespresso boutique? Is George Clooney here?

1:30PM: Crap. Mom called to say she missed her flight connection and is trapped at CDG airport until the 5PM flight.

2:15PM: While eating our very late Thai Food lunch, we receive this phone call:

“Bonjour, Mr. Koehl, uhm, there is a problem with the sewer pipe under your garage. Can you come downstairs and unlock the door for us? Oh you’re in another country at the moment? Oh, Ok, I understand you can’t come home to open the door. Sorry to bother you. Happy Holidays!”


2:25PM: While still eating our very late Thai Food lunch, we receive this phone call:

“Bonjour, Mr. Koehl, uhm, I just wanted to call to warn you. He had to break a great big f*cking whole in your garage door in order to fix the sewer problem. Sorry to bother you. Happy Holidays!”

4:30PM: I make an anti-freeze funnel out of an old paper sac and chewing gum.

5:30PM: Free carwash champagne!

6:30PM: Mom finally safely arrives on the next flight, but even with the un-planned 4 hour layover, Air France is too retarded to get her bags on the flight with her. Whatever.

8:30PM: Finally Christmas!