Comedies of errors aren’t really funny
I’m going to Denver for a couple of days for work, but the day has gotten off to a not-so-good start.
It seems the travel agency issued me travel credentials for “Sean Barrow,” and not for “Kevin Sean Barrow.” It took me threading the bureaucracy of 6 different agents at 4 different stations (with about eight different theories) to discover that it was not, in fact, a problem, since “the last name is really all they look at.”
That epiphany didn’t come until 15 minutes after my 6am flight had departed. (Thanks, crackmonkeys.) 
So, I’m on standby for a flight that leaves SFO at 7:55am.