The Man who tried to Rain on our Parade

After a delightful morning of souvenir shopping, we headed to the Alice Springs airport to catch our 2pm flight to Ayer's Rock, with a short layover before leaving for Cairns. Upon arrival, we met the most dreadful man in all of Australia. His name was Graham, and he tried to ruin our day. He told us we were on a different flight, a direct flight from Alice to Cairns, but it didn't leave until 6pm (it was now noon) and wouldn't get us to Cairns until 9pm. Our original flight got us to Cairns around 6pm, giving us plenty of time to get to our hostel and make some travel arrangements for our stay. Well, Graham was having none of it. He kept saying over and over again, "You are on a direct flight. This way you won't get stuck at Ayer's Rock." We kept saying, "Why would we get stuck in Ayer's Rock? Is the second flight cancelled?" He couldn't answer us. After a long period of fighting with this man (and he excusing himself for a minute and then disappearing to another counter until we followed him to continue the argument), he said to me, "If we are going to change these flights back to the original, we need to do this right now before the flight closes." I said, "Okay, then let's do this." He said, "I'd really prefer not to." I don't think Graham caught on very quickly that I didn't give a damn what he preferred.

In the end, we won the battle. We got on our original flight (we were the last one's). Our luggage came with us, and we got to Cairns in plenty of time. But Graham will forever live on in our hearts as that jerk at the Alice Springs airport.