Ode to Mothers.

Before I continue to Tokyo -- my mom gets honourable mention. Our flight from Beijing to Tokyo was canceled. There were language issues -- and consequently all we knew was that we were walking to reclaim our bags and told to follow a woman possibly to the check in desk, where every attempt (possibly) would be made to put us on a different flight. I am guessing at this, but it sounds right.
Our flight was filled to capacity, and not interested in staying in Beijing or waiting at the check in desk with 200 of our closest friends, I phoned my mom.
In the most extraordinary telecommunications feat (in this lovely modern world), she called the airline, spoke of our plight and before our bags were even off the old plane we had a new reservation and a pass to the lounge.
And what a reservation it was. On Japan Airlines, economy was empty. We had rows upon rows to ourselves, the flight attendants were charming -- one even gave me playing cards and origami paper -- and the food was so yummy.
I highly recommend the airline. I highly recommend my mom's assistance (she's amazing) and I highly recommend calling the 1-800 (0800) number before ever waiting at the check in desk.
All in all catastrophe averted -- thanks to Gayle!