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Okay, I'm back. Seriously, I am so tired. i feel like I've had all the blood drained out of me. I was going to go to Best Buy and get myself a netbook already, but screw it. I don't think I can drive for half an hour right now. The point is, I made it to PR. Two days later. I'm so tired that I'm just going to post a little mini rant I wrote while waiting at baggage claim yeste-- the day before that.
Such a fine day I had today. Stuck in an airport being bored out of my mind. Just beautiful. Hours and hours wiled away with my head in my hands as the plane refused to arrive from Ft. Lauderdale, and when it did... Oh, so sorry, but it's snowing so hard out there. And then we had to de-ice the plane. And then they had to move a dog. And then the poor pilots went over their regulation time. And then it was too late for anything other than to stand in a ginormous queue for an entrire hour to get a flight that does not pass through Miami, because I refuse to do a stopover when I paid for a direct flight. The chances of this flight getting canceled as well as probably as huge as the clups of snow tumbling out there, but since I do not own a private jet, I'm screwed.
Oh, and did I mention that some lady fainted from stress and frustration and maybe even rage at the weather gods? Because she did.
And now some other woman is spraying herself with air freshner. The hell?
Okay, I'm back. Seriously, I am so tired. i feel like I've had all the blood drained out of me. I was going to go to Best Buy and get myself a netbook already, but screw it. I don't think I can drive for half an hour right now. The point is, I made it to PR. Two days later. I'm so tired that I'm just going to post a little mini rant I wrote while waiting at baggage claim yeste-- the day before that.
Such a fine day I had today. Stuck in an airport being bored out of my mind. Just beautiful. Hours and hours wiled away with my head in my hands as the plane refused to arrive from Ft. Lauderdale, and when it did... Oh, so sorry, but it's snowing so hard out there. And then we had to de-ice the plane. And then they had to move a dog. And then the poor pilots went over their regulation time. And then it was too late for anything other than to stand in a ginormous queue for an entrire hour to get a flight that does not pass through Miami, because I refuse to do a stopover when I paid for a direct flight. The chances of this flight getting canceled as well as probably as huge as the clups of snow tumbling out there, but since I do not own a private jet, I'm screwed.
Oh, and did I mention that some lady fainted from stress and frustration and maybe even rage at the weather gods? Because she did.
And now some other woman is spraying herself with air freshner. The hell?