I Build Ads. I Still Clicked the Scam

At the hotel, I called my husband so he could send me money for the deposit, which I only got back after I was home. I had twenty minutes to shower, do my makeup, and get to the restaurant for dinner with the clients. The dinner went wonderfully, by the way; the clients love me. I left the restaurant with almost no battery and a phone that caught Wi-Fi at random. Back at the hotel, I finished my presentation for the next day and got into a well-deserved Jacuzzi. The next morning, I took a Lyft. I gave the driver the address, and he dropped me off a third of a mile from the company. Since I had no internet, I didn’t understand, so there I was, wandering the streets looking for Wi-Fi. I finally found some and arrived thirty minutes late, bag in hand, but I killed it during the whole presentation. My flight was at 6 p.m. I wandered around downtown from 2 to 3, caught some Wi-Fi, ordered my Lyft, and tried to check in. That’s when they told me I had to pay for another ticket: since I hadn’t taken the outbound flight, it was as if I had only paid for the return. I still don’t understand that logic. If I buy a round-trip train ticket, miss the train out, and drive to my destination, I can still take the train home without buying a new ticket or paying the difference. Anyway, I had to pay $140. $300 to get into Canada, $140 to get out. And the cherry on top: I was randomly selected for a pat-down. I had to take off my shoes and unlock my laptop, and they took me to a room to search me. I didn’t want to make a scene, or I would have missed my flight home.