It was the end of the world. My step-dad, Raymond, had, years ago, signed me up to be a part of some life saving something or other (think the arks in the terrible movie 2012). Every adult that had been signed up for this needed to book themselves a flight to Queensland, South Africa (is that even a real place?) over some shady-ass website. Raymond was on the phone with me trying to talk me through getting the flight booked and it was obscenely complicated.
I don't remember if I got the flight or not. Boo.