Jan 14, 2007 01:22
Okay...
Why is it that every bloody time I fly through MSP, there is AT LEAST an extra hour of butt time tacked onto to to my trip because of some sort of fuck-up that was not caused by me?
On Monday, they were short a stewardess.
Today -- early this morning, in fact -- they were SHORT A FLIGHT CREW. And I had to spend and extra hour an a half (5 hours, total) in the damned airport, because THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY SPARES FLOATING AROUND.
This is only the 3rd time I've flown through there, but still... COME ON! EVERY FRIGGIN TIME?!
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In related news, I made it back to Traverse City without further incident. My dad met me at the airport, and I got to drive a REAL car again. (Mine)
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In unrelated news, I got to see some pics of little Liam. I have a feeling that Aunt Bailey (one of Kat's friends) and I will come to blows when it comes time for divying up baby time.
I never did find any candy cigars. I'm going to try the mall tomorrow.
trips