Karma
The lady who answered the Turkish Airlines number at the airport sounded unexpectedly solicitous. Perhaps because I’d just been decked with an unscrupulous $540 data roaming charge from AT&T (their mistake), I was especially charmed.
“I will not charge you to change your ticket even though I am supposed, because you have to Egypt in such a dangerous time,” she said expansively, after a long friendly chitchat.
“Thank you,” I said, genuinely warmed by the gesture.
Then her tone changed. “Unless you’re a journalist,” she said.
Silence.
“You’re not a journalist, are you?” she pressed.
“What if I were?” I said with a short forced laugh.
She chose to interpret my answer as a no, and issued my new ticket home.
