
June 2017: We decide to travel to Cleveland to visit my friend Liz. I book a hotel and then she suggests I book another hotel. Even though I think I check that I canceled the first hotel, I still somehow don't. We pay a large cancelation fee for the first hotel.
March 2018: I walk into the AirBnB I'd let myself into the day before and find a group of young men in there. I am terrified and furious about how AirBnB could have double booked us. (Note: The guys were very sweet to me even though I barged in on them and acted a little intense I'm sure. Hi, Bryan.) I start to make a stink on social media, friends start to rally for me, and then AirBnB points out I made the reservation for March 2019. I pay some fee but it doesn't even matter at this point because the embarrassment is worse than the money.