Lordie, Pumpkins, the day after Travel Agent Day is always such a pooper. Dixie cups and Bits & Bites all over the floor. Discarded paper flowers made from napkins. Ah, good times.
I spoke to a few agents yesterday who had no idea May 1 was their day. Do you live in a cave, dahrling?
Speaking of which, there is now proof that in Jamestown, VA, in the 17th century, people ate each other to survive. Not unlike the travel industry in the 21st century don’t you think, dahrlings? The Thomas Cook North America devouring by Red Tag was officially completed yesterday. Which means everyone can finally get down to the non-risky business at hand.
Of course the airlines gobbled down their young a long time ago. And now the NDC [New Distribution Capability for those of you still in that cave] plans on completing the indigestion of agents by offering travellers personalized one-on-one service. I don’t claim to understand it all, Pumpkins, but when any distribution channel tells me not to worry, everything will be alright, while marinating my flank, I start to worry. I can marinate myself every night just fine without any help, thank you very much.
