joys of travel
I’m sitting here, bored to death, at o’hare airport in chicago. Not entirely sure what to blog about, but anything to make time go by just a little faster will help.
There is an asian guy sitting across from me who smells like fish. I’d move but the terminal is full.
The way the day is going, there is an absolute certainty that the fat guy with no concept of personal space is going to run on the plane at the last minute (just after I start thinking that I’m going to get a row to myself) and plop his big sweaty ass right next to me.
I’ll spend three hours uncomfortably wrestling with whether or not I should politelly ask him to get his fucking elbows out of my chest.
The airline just announced that our flight is running 30 min late. The asian guy that smells like fish just said some sort of curse word in his native tongue.
I’m going to go grab a beer. Anything to get away from the fish smell…
March 27th, 2008 at 7:42 pm
I hope the second coming of John Candy in planes trains and automobiles ended up next to you in the bar and just so happened to be that fat guy on the plane …… and thus your hell has begun.
March 28th, 2008 at 7:35 am
That’s not a pillow!!!
March 28th, 2008 at 8:26 am
UPDATE:
It is the morning after the hellish ordeal that I went through last night. Lets re-cap on the facts.
I left off where the plane was delayed for 30 min. Soon after that, I learned that the entire flight was cancelled due to “Mechanical” problems. WTF? Mechanical problems. How the hell did the plane get there in the first place?
Anyway, then they put me on another plane that was supposed to leave in 1.5 hours. Then that plan was delayed by 2 hours.
I spend a total of 6 hours in the o’hare airport yesterday…..
But the story doesn’t end. Then I finally was able to get on the plane, where we sat for another hour due to de-icing the plane, waiting for other planes to take off etc.
On the flight, I did get the middle seat with Gigantor sitting next to me. The battle fo the arm rest commenced…
To top everything off, while I was driving home, I got a speeding ticket on 85 for going 82 in a 55. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The joys of travel.
March 28th, 2008 at 10:19 am
Oh shit that is a bitch. I always try to not go more then 20 MPH over the speed limit (it does not always happen) because that is when the bad shit can start happening with speeding tickets.
Great start to your birthday weekend huh!
Doh!