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So here I am, sitting in a Ramada Inn in Cleveland. I went to the airport this morning at around 11, and managed to get through security without incident. The plane coming in was 10 minutes late, and then people getting off took for fucking ever (on the order of 25 minutes.) Finally, we got on the plane to Houston, and took off, and even landed roughly on time. I sprint through the airport, since we landed about the time the next flight was boarding, only to find it wasn't even THERE yet. So there we stand, for another 50 minutes or so, until the plane finally comes in, and then the slow ass fuckers get off. I'm serious, it was no less than 45 minutes before everyone ambled off the fucking plane. At this point, I'm pissed, but hopeful. Then we get on the plane, and sit there for another hour before anyone even tells us what the hell is going on. There was a storm (as there always is in Houston, for those unaware) and somehow we ended up 16 planes back in the queue, with each of them spaced out more than normal. Long and short, we landed in Cleveland 15 minutes AFTER the plane for Scranton left. So now I'm here, with my Dunkin Donuts and my Olive Garden, and my plane leaves at 11:40 tomorrow morning. At least the hotel isn't a total pile of shit (even if the state it's in IS)
Until next time kids
Until next time kids