Its funny when you’ve flown so much that it becomes nothing but a blur. When somebody asks, “What time is your flight”, you no longer answer with, “3:23 PM.” Instead you respond with a question, “Fuck, I have no idea, I think sometime this afternoon?”
Even bigger dickheads, such as myself, forget whether or not they even bought a ticket. Then, six hours before the flight when you go to check in online you realize there is no itinerary to check-in to. It looks like its time to buy another refundable, full-fare ticket with a complimentary upgrade to first class! Cheers!