“Asshole.” I can’t help but chuckle.
“Look, it’ll all be fine. You fly home tomorrow, right?”
Sighing, I check the time on my watch. “Yeah, I think I check into my flight soon.”
“Cool. So you’ll be back and there will be no issue. It’s not like he can take it out on you at practice right now.” It sounds like he’s shrugging on the other end of the line.
“Small blessings.” I laugh.
Miller and I chat for a while longer until a message comes through on my phone again.
“What are you sending me now?” I deadpan.
“What are you talking about?”
“My phone just pinged with another message. I swear to godif you are in my hot tub now I’m going to beat your ass when I get home.”
“I’m not, I swear!” Miller responds quickly. “But now I might.”
“It’s an alert from the airline. Must be time to check in. Hold on, let me do this so I don’t miss it.”
“Yeah, can’t go missing your flight. Coach will be really mad.”
I switch over to speakerphone and read the push notification:
URGENT INFORMATION ABOUT YOUR FLIGHT
Opening it, I see the headline again and just below it read:
We’re sorry to inform you that your flight 1532 from Belize City to Tampa, Florida has been canceled.
Please contact the customer service desk to reschedule your flight.
“Fuuuuuck.” Chucking the phone onto the coffee table in front of me, I rake both hands through my hair pulling hard on the ends.
“What? What is it?”
“My flight has been canceled,” I groan out, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees.
“Oh fuck.” Miller chuckles. “Coach is definitely going to be pissed.”
“This isn’t funny, ass wipe. You convinced me to take a vacation, and now my flight is canceled.” I rub my temples. This is going to be such a headache. Just thinking about calling the airline is giving me one of my own.
“Sorry, dude. It’s kinda funny. But what do you need?”
“I guess I need to call the airline.”
“Well go do that then let me know. I’ll be in your hot tub.”
“Miller, I swear to?—”
He hangs up laughing his ass off before I can finish.
Two hours, a very frustrating wait on hold, and a slightly unpleasant conversation with the airline service desk later, I’m on a flight scheduled three weeks from now.
Three. Fucking. Weeks.
If this were the off-season, I would consider this a cool new twist in the adventure, but not in this situation. There’s nothing quick about this getaway now and it might cost me. Coach and my agent are going to have my ass. Before I call them and raise any flags, I need to figure out where I can stay for the next three weeks.
