I was at the airport well over an hour before my flight. Alas, United had exactly one person checking baggage. And when I got to the front of line and it was 44 minutes before my flight? Yep. Missed it. I wish I could express my complete and utter rage. For whatever reason it appears to be dissipating. It might be because my original flight was at 6:00 am. And it’s now close to ten. Yes, there is a six in the morning too. I thought maybe there was just the one although I’d heard rumors of 6:00 am. The one that came as a real surprise? 3:45. I had absolutely no idea there were two of those each day. Until the alarm went off this morning. Even more shocking? There are people out and about at that time. It’s very dark, and yet people in their cars rushing to and fro! Crazy!
The guy across from me is apparently speaking to someone who is on the moon. There is absolutely no other reason I can fathom for why he would be speaking as loudly as he is currently. And, really, I don’t want to hear him pleading with his lover, who again, has to be on the moon, as to why they should stay together.
Cross your fingers as they are announcing the standbys for this flight. This would be the third flight I’ve stood by. I just wanna go home. And then to Disneyland. Tonight. Not tomorrow. Tonight.
I hate United. I hate TSA. I hate everyone. And I’m really tired. And frustrated.
How can United say it is losing money? They’ve over-booked each and every flight. It’s apparent by the sheer number of counter agents this morning – the ONE – that they don’t have a whole bushel of employees. What’s the freaking deal? And if this chick doesn’t call my name I may have to hurt someone. Or get a Rocky Mountain Factory caramel apple. It could go either way at this point.
There are five of us that are trying to get to San Francisco via stand-by. We give each other the eye when the chick with the power starts to speak into the microphone. At first it was kind of funny and goofy. Now it’s getting desperate and maybe a little aggressive. Like a snarl or at the very least a curled lip when no one’s name is announced.
Ok, I’m closing up in the hope I get to go home!
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