On my second trip to Barbados in 1996, I was sitting on the grass with some friends. One had carved me calabash gourds to use as a cup and bowl. I was staring up at the sky watching a low flying jet, feeling bad for the people on board, as if they had been kidnapped from this fabulous country. At that moment my phone rang, it was my friend Anne telling me I had missed my flight and was supposed to be on that plane. I argued the fact, certain she was wrong, that the next day I was to depart.
I arrived at the airport the next day and they confirmed my friends words, but no worries, I could pay an extra $125.00CA and leave a week later on a learjet! Boy was I sad – NOT!
Oh, but wait! I didn’t have any money left to survive the week! So, you know, I called my husband. He spat into the phone I should just stay there and hung up. I figured he would get over it and deposit some money anyway so I headed to the bank. The machine happily shot out $1000.00 and I was good to go.
When I arrived home I apologized for missing my flight and thanked my husband for the funds. He looked at me quizzically – he hadn’t actually done the deed!
Turns out, just as I was withdrawing, my bank back home was doing something to the machines and an error was made – I got me some free money and an extra week in the tropics! Thank you Bank of Nova Scotia!
Wish that would happen every time …