trapped at the airport
I've been stuck at SeaTac for nearly five hours now. I was scheduled to leave for Pittsburgh via Philly at 1:40PM, but some sort of flow-pushy or something broke on the plane. It is now 5pm and I am still waiting to hear about when we can load into the plane. We've been waiting for this "minor part" (the airlines words) to be flown in from Phoenix. The actual installation process is said to only need to take 15 minutes to complete. There has been a lot of grumbling throughout the passengers about how ironic it is that a part for a Boeing aircraft needs to get a replacement part from Phoenix when the plant that builds this particular aircraft is only minutes away by car. Due to this delay, I will have to spend the night in the city of brotherly love in a hotel by the airport, so that I can fly to pittsburgh tomorrow and then drive to West Virginia Ugh! I'm so unhappy about this turn of events and I feel exhausted and like a major crab apple.
I had some saggy, old douchebag-entrepeneur with a very booming Philadelphia-accented voice sitting next to me for a while making phone call after phone call. He is the type of schmarmy old man that calls women, "dolls", points at you and winks a lot. You know the type: guy smiley with a irritating accent. I wanted to scream, "for the love of god....shut the fuck up!" The final straw was when he called his secretary and basically had phone sex with her while sitting right next to me. I felt like I must be on an episode of candid camera. Do people like that really exist?!
The reason I'm flying to Pittsburgh, is that I'm visiting my grandmother. Last week, we were lead to believe that the end was nigh, and it could be. But, then again, it could also not be. At any rate, I've decided to travel to West Virginia to pay my respects. My dad is already at my grandmother's house and I think he needs moral support. When I talked to him on the phone, I could hear my grandmother screaming in the background. Her condition has progressed so that she cannot make inteligible conversations. She mostly grunts or screams. She's going through a yelling phase now. According to my Dad, she screamed all night long last night, so I shouldn't expect to get sleep. Naturally, I'm filled with mixed feelings as I type this. I feel that it's important that I be able to properly tell my grandmother good bye and to offer my dad some support (he's so sensitive), but I'm also filled with dread at seeing her the way she is right now. She's a shell of what she once was and it's just painful to see her like this. Oh well, I'm glad I'm doing this, but it's not pleasant. The fact that this trip has made me very weery already and I have yet to leave the ground isn't exactly a good omen either.
I had some saggy, old douchebag-entrepeneur with a very booming Philadelphia-accented voice sitting next to me for a while making phone call after phone call. He is the type of schmarmy old man that calls women, "dolls", points at you and winks a lot. You know the type: guy smiley with a irritating accent. I wanted to scream, "for the love of god....shut the fuck up!" The final straw was when he called his secretary and basically had phone sex with her while sitting right next to me. I felt like I must be on an episode of candid camera. Do people like that really exist?!
The reason I'm flying to Pittsburgh, is that I'm visiting my grandmother. Last week, we were lead to believe that the end was nigh, and it could be. But, then again, it could also not be. At any rate, I've decided to travel to West Virginia to pay my respects. My dad is already at my grandmother's house and I think he needs moral support. When I talked to him on the phone, I could hear my grandmother screaming in the background. Her condition has progressed so that she cannot make inteligible conversations. She mostly grunts or screams. She's going through a yelling phase now. According to my Dad, she screamed all night long last night, so I shouldn't expect to get sleep. Naturally, I'm filled with mixed feelings as I type this. I feel that it's important that I be able to properly tell my grandmother good bye and to offer my dad some support (he's so sensitive), but I'm also filled with dread at seeing her the way she is right now. She's a shell of what she once was and it's just painful to see her like this. Oh well, I'm glad I'm doing this, but it's not pleasant. The fact that this trip has made me very weery already and I have yet to leave the ground isn't exactly a good omen either.