Who was supposed to be going on a fun, work-is-paying-for-it trip to New Orleans on Labor Day? Um yeah, that would be me. So now I have a plane ticket that Continental may or may not refund. To a city that is primarily under water at the moment. Even if the airport is open, what am I supposed to do when I get there? It's highly possible that hotel in which I have reservations no longer even exists.
No worries, I am not actually going to go. That would be ridiculous. But not as ridiculous as the Continental representatives that are stalling on me. They win in the contest of the ridiculousness.