The finals coundown—

(HA HA HA)

—is two down, two to go.

I can taste the summer.

And I finally booked my round-trip home yesterday, with a lovely woman in the airline company reservations office in “L.A.” Planning said trip also involved a call to Lufthansa where this conversation evolved:

Me: So I arrive in Frankfurt and then I need a separate ticket to Oslo, then on to Paris, then back to Frankfurt.
Lufthansa woman: OK [click click click], that looks like it’s going to be 349 euros.
Me: OK, that sounds fine.
Lufthansa woman: But [click click click] if you book it in Europe it’ll be 149 euros.
Me: Oohhh? Um. Oh. But. Oh. OK, so like when I arrive in Frankfurt I just buy my ticket right then?
Lufthansa woman: That’s correct.
Me: But maybe they won’t have any more tickets?
Lufthansa woman: There are hourly flights from Frankfurt.
Me: To Oslo?
Lufthansa woman: That’s correct.
Me: Um. Oh, OK. Hmm. Well, well!
Lufthansa woman: . . .
Me: It’s just, I just don’t know if that’s too, y’know, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants for me.
Lufthansa woman: hee hee hee.
Me: OK, well, um. . . well well well. Um. OK, thanks, bye!!!

Boy, they sure are patient and nice at Lufthansa!