Here is a story I will always remember. Yesterday at our writing group, I was going through my 1992 diary and came across it. Here it is:
Once after throwing out my back I drove up to Prince George to get it manipulated back in place by my chiropractor. While he was working on me, he told me an amazing story. It seemed that he had booked flights for a vacation down in Los Vegas. The first leg of the trip was from Prince George to Vancouver on Canadian Airlines.
Months before the trip, Canadian had canceled that flight, but they had failed to inform him. When he arrived at the Prince George airport, packed and ready to go, the ticket agent gave him the news, which was quite a blow; his vacation seemed doomed.
Canadian Airlines, admitted it was their mistake, and to help salvage my chiropractor’s vacation, the airline hired a taxi which drove him all the way from the Prince George Airport down to Vancouver International Airport, where he could catch a flight to Los Vegas. The length of that taxi ride was over 600 miles (970 km) and he had to sit in the taxi for eight and a half hours.
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