Flying out in 17 days!

So, there was a minor confusion with my travel arrangements. Which means that I got an email asking me if I could fly to the Moncton airport. MONCTON. IN NEW FUCKING BRUNSWICK. I was a stress case and a half for an entire weekend. So, I emailed back and basically asked the transportation lady if she was on glue, and she replied saying she got me confused with someone else and she has already booked my flight out of Prince George.
Good fucking lord.
Oh, and her English sucked.