For years, I’d occasionally get a random text from Jen complaining about “Asshole Scott.”
Luckily, I’m not the asshole she was referring to.
Instead, it was Scott’s Cheap Flights, which rebranded to Going a few years back. Its owner was Asshole Scott, and he was an asshole because he had just sent out a mistake fare or otherwise stupidly cheap flight deal that we couldn’t take advantage of for whatever reason, and were therefore going to miss out on a great deal to a place we wanted to travel to.1
And so I’d get a text that read: “Asshole Scott has $232 RT to Amsterdam in April 🤬“ or something similar, and have to reply with a frowny face or remind her that we already have April fully booked with other trips. Less exciting trips, I’m sure, but still—we at least had plans to go…somewhere.
I haven’t gotten nearly as many of these text messages the last few years, a consequence of fewer amazing deals combined with the impact that the pandemic and my dad’s health had on our ability to spontaneously plan trips. But those limitations have receded in the last year, so I hope we can take better advantage of some of those flight deals moving forward.
In the meanwhile, Asshole Scott has become a bit of a generic villain for complaining about a trip we’d love to take right now, but can’t for some reason.
“Man, it’s a scorcher in Phoenix today. I wish we were in the Canadian Rockies right now instead. Thanks Asshole Scott.”
- What an asshole, amirite? Just rubbing it in like that? ↩︎