Up, Up and Away

It’s time. It’s time to leave. It’s time to leave for the airport. Where is the driver? Where is my limo? Where? Okay, I have five hours, but that’s not the point. I’m on my sixth cup of coffee. Gotta go, gotta go right now. Let’s check the forecast:
Dang. Volcanic ash? Cool. Okay, let me do the check-in thing . . . what’s this? I don’t understand. Are we living in Reverso World? Check it, one time:
I’m SO CONFUSED. Affirm a positive response with a negative? Okay. That’s enough. I’m going to get more coffee. Dammit. Where the hell is my limo?