STA will burn in hell.
Dear Jason,
It is approximately 7:30 AM. At this very moment, I should be on Lufthansa flight #539 (seat 49A), downing free cocktails and dreaming of the fresh Mexican Tacos and brisk Sol Beer that await me at home. Instead, I am writing to you from the AUC Hostel in Cairo, Egypt. Just two hours ago I arrived from the Cairo International Airport, where I learned that not only was my flight reservation never booked, but that the flight never existed in the first place. Nor was my flight from Frankfurt to Houston. This, of course, comes two days after I confirmed both flights with you.
Best Regards,
Your Worst Nightmare
PS. Fuck you.
It is approximately 7:30 AM. At this very moment, I should be on Lufthansa flight #539 (seat 49A), downing free cocktails and dreaming of the fresh Mexican Tacos and brisk Sol Beer that await me at home. Instead, I am writing to you from the AUC Hostel in Cairo, Egypt. Just two hours ago I arrived from the Cairo International Airport, where I learned that not only was my flight reservation never booked, but that the flight never existed in the first place. Nor was my flight from Frankfurt to Houston. This, of course, comes two days after I confirmed both flights with you.
Best Regards,
Your Worst Nightmare
PS. Fuck you.