Tuesday, May 27, 2025

a demon banished

 

A childhood demon has been banished after 45 years.*

After my freshman year of high school, I spent part of the summer at the Hebrew Theological College in Skokie, Illinois. As I was waiting at the gate before my flight, airline personnel announced that the flight was overbooked, and they were seeking volunteers to be get bumped and wait for another flight a couple hours later. They were offering $100 (I think). According to Google, that’s the equivalent of $359 today – not life changing money, but nice. My parents, who were at the gate with me (yes, you could do that then) talked it over, but decided against having me volunteer -- this was my first time flying alone without anyone to meet me at the destination, and I was nervous enough without a change in plan.

I remember thinking that it would have been great to get that extra money for doing nothing other than waiting. I understood my parents’ logic, but part of me felt bad about missing out on the cash.** And I thought that, if I ever had another opportunity, I would volunteer my spot in exchange for cash. And in the decades since, I have never been in that situation again. I have had delayed flights. And I have had canceled flights. But I have never been bumped from a flight. And I have never been on a flight where they were seeking volunteers to get bumped in exchange for cash. Not that I’ve lost sleep over it, but I’ve thought about it every so often.

But a week ago, Blair had the experience. She had been in Vermont for a relative’s graduation. On Monday morning, her flight was oversold. And she volunteered to stay behind – in exchange for $1900, meal vouchers and a hotel voucher for the night. Technically, the money went to Blair and not to me. But it’s all the same, so I think of it as a victory for both of us. And now the monkey’s off my back.

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*In fairness, calling it a “demon” is too strong, as is saying it’s been “banished.” But drama requires me to use such words. And technically I wasn’t really a child. Stop being such a stickler.

**It’s worth noting that my parents would have likely kept the cash, since they were paying for my airfare. But that’s beside the point.

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