On Paying the Idiot Tax

Since I’ve completely lost my blogging groove lately, and life is swirling around very rapidly, I have decided to “get something out there” by digging into my Memphis Flyer travel archives and sharing some old pieces I wrote.

This time around it’s one I did on the concept of the Idiot Tax, which I explained in the article as “any additional expense or hassle taken on by not knowing what the hell you’re doing.”

Idiot Tax

Not paying attention can cost you.

I should be in Dallas right now. But I’m not; I’m in Memphis. At the airport. For at least three hours.

Why? Because I made a tiny mistake — tiny in the size of it, but larger in the significance. All I did was write down 12:10 p.m., when I should have written down 10:35 a.m. The latter is when my flight left Memphis, the former when it arrives in Dallas. So around 10:30 this morning, when I got online to print my boarding passes, I realized my flight was leaving in five minutes.

Read the rest at MemphisFlyer.com.

Paul Gerald

I am the author of several books on hiking, camping, eating breakfast and chilling out. I am also a freelance travel writer, publisher, hiker, and inveterate traveler.

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