I mean one time I had a delayed connection because the flight attendants that were supposed to be servicing the flight were late. I mean seriously...the don't have some flight attendants on call? I'm honestly not really sure what goes into setting up the complex schedule of a flight attendants and flights in general, but I realize that logically there should be a backup plan when shit goes wrong.
BTW...Waiting, is not a fucking back up plan.
So today I find myself with an hour and a half delay which will of course cause me to miss my connecting flight and so I have to wait in the line. The line which is quickly beginning to resemble a lynch mob heading toward Frankenstein Castle.
But not me...I'm keeping my cool. These ladies can't control the what's going on with the airline and so I keep the diatribe I have prepared, to myself.
Side note: Just heard "...just sunk a clutch birdie." concerning the golf game on TV right now. There is nothing fucking clutch about golf. I mean maybe it was important for his game but the word "clutch" to me denotes some urgency and so far as I can tell golf is basically the least urgent game there is, with the possible exception of Battleship.
Anyway...enough of my golf hate. Back to the airport...the abysmal airport. So here I sit...stewing. Knowing that I could have slept that much longer. Knowing that I could have played with my dog that much longer. Instead I'm stuck here alone with my laptop and a half decent, grease ball, cheese burger, listening to the rednecks next to me go on about some bimbo that lives across the street from them.
If I've said it once I've said it a thousand times I hate flying...and damn the government for forcing me to do it as frequently as I have to.