Smartassery

that my Non-Smarty-Pants boss has driven to the wrong airport to catch a flight even though:

1. There is a huge entry in the calendar indicating airline, flight #, departure/arrival time and AIRPORT
2. I check him in the day before and give him his boarding pass which incidentally shows the departure airport in big block letters
3. I send him an e-mail the day before reminding him where to fly from

Sooooooo, explain to me, oh solitary neuron, why this man insists on driving to the wrong place?!  

So what, anybody can make a mistake you say. See, this is highly problematic for me because Incubus tends to be a bit of a Drama Queen, which translates into me getting a call per fucking minute since 6:00am until he boards the next flight.

Oh, oh…Guess what he does once he realizes he’s at the wrong place?! He decides to drive (for a whole hour) back to the correct airport and catch a flight from there (all the while calling me of course).  Wait, wasn’t he at the other airport, why not catch a flight from there?

Because, my friends, you are in the presence of the Logic Defier Trapper Keeper 2000. 

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