HOME FOR CHRISTMAS?

For me, christmas is finland. Its the sauna all the men of the family have, accompanied with good food. Its the porridge my grandmother makes. The presents, the giving. The good food. The friends, all out on vacations. The nights out at bars. The warmth in the midst of the dark winter.
So, understandably, i was a bit taken back, when on friday night i came to the airport and asked the lady where the my check-in desk was. 'For which flight?' --- 'I'm sorry sir, your flight does not exist.'
Now, speaking from experience, let me give you a little advice: say you want to book your flight for december, then you should actually book it for december, and not, say, september. Do you see the difference?
As i tried to dam my nervous breakdown i also tried to find out if i could still get home for christmas. Unfortunately, it was so late, that everything was closed. Fortunately, some man at the end of some phone line told me there were still some flights with space, that i should come to the S.A.S desk tommorrow morning. 'What time do they open?', 'let me check so that i give you the right information... 7.30.' Unfortunately, the man was misinformed. When i came to the airport at 7.20, there was a line, and all the flights were sold out. As well as for Finnair, Swiss Airlines, Air France. Fortunately I had found a flight on Air Berlin on the internet. Unfortunately i needed a credit card to book it. And neither my sleeping father nor my drunken sister provided me with the required information. Fortunately my father woke up and helped me out, and now i have a flight for christmas eve! (which is more than i can say for my drunken sister, who later texted me asking if i was annoyed, wether i had done her christmas shopping for her, and if her mailorder boots had come. no, i'm not bitter, not at all).
So hope to see you finns soon.
If anything else goes wrong, i will end my days by sticking my hand in my coffeebeangrinder.