Woe Is Me!
FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX
My flight out of NYC was a dull nightmare. It left 3 hours later than scheduled. The flight out of Toronto to NYC was delayed but no one would say why. Finally one of the other passengers said that CANJET was staging a "work to rule". Anyways, I ended up getting home at 10 pm. The worst part was I arrived in TO at 7:15 pm. There was a special East end bus leaving the airport at 7:15 and 9:15 but none at 8:15. So by the time I was out of Customs it was 7:45 and I would have to wait forever for the next bus. I was forced to take the transit home.
A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS
So the flight was delayed but before that, I boarded the WRONG bus at Port Authority. I was supposed to be going to LaGuardia but boarded the Kennedy Bus. But there was one stop before LaG. We stopped at Penn Station when I discovered that it was the wrong bus. I ran to the front and the driver said, I will let you out when I'm done the collecting.... As I am standing there, the bus I am supposed to be on begins to prepare to leave. It is one of those moments where the time is ticking and the bead of sweat is slowly rolling down your face... Thankfully as the bus in front slams the hold shut, my driver frees me for a mad dash (of 15 feet) to the correct bus.
Arrived at LaG to find that the plane would be late arriving to NYC.
On the plane, the son of satan-spawn was sitting behind me, kicking my seat. I would glare!
He would stop, then start back
I would glare!!
he would stop... I had to get his mother involved with a sympathetic whimper.
Damn kid! 1 hour of kicking and stopping... Drove me bananas!!!
Then there were tonnes of Florida people coming back at the same time and customs was a nightmare.
Should I go on? So the Series of Unfortunate Events continued..
There were a few wackos on the train.
NATIONAL TREASURE
My mother allowed a virus to creep into my computer and now I have pop-ups galore. My poor little treasure is not what I thought it would be..
THE POLARBEAR EXPRESS
Yes, its DAMN cold! From the Fridge in NYC to the Freezer in Toronto. I could not believe how cold it has gotten. Being in Japan has softened me to the realities of a North American winter
My flight out of NYC was a dull nightmare. It left 3 hours later than scheduled. The flight out of Toronto to NYC was delayed but no one would say why. Finally one of the other passengers said that CANJET was staging a "work to rule". Anyways, I ended up getting home at 10 pm. The worst part was I arrived in TO at 7:15 pm. There was a special East end bus leaving the airport at 7:15 and 9:15 but none at 8:15. So by the time I was out of Customs it was 7:45 and I would have to wait forever for the next bus. I was forced to take the transit home.
A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS
So the flight was delayed but before that, I boarded the WRONG bus at Port Authority. I was supposed to be going to LaGuardia but boarded the Kennedy Bus. But there was one stop before LaG. We stopped at Penn Station when I discovered that it was the wrong bus. I ran to the front and the driver said, I will let you out when I'm done the collecting.... As I am standing there, the bus I am supposed to be on begins to prepare to leave. It is one of those moments where the time is ticking and the bead of sweat is slowly rolling down your face... Thankfully as the bus in front slams the hold shut, my driver frees me for a mad dash (of 15 feet) to the correct bus.
Arrived at LaG to find that the plane would be late arriving to NYC.
On the plane, the son of satan-spawn was sitting behind me, kicking my seat. I would glare!
He would stop, then start back
I would glare!!
he would stop... I had to get his mother involved with a sympathetic whimper.
Damn kid! 1 hour of kicking and stopping... Drove me bananas!!!
Then there were tonnes of Florida people coming back at the same time and customs was a nightmare.
Should I go on? So the Series of Unfortunate Events continued..
There were a few wackos on the train.
NATIONAL TREASURE
My mother allowed a virus to creep into my computer and now I have pop-ups galore. My poor little treasure is not what I thought it would be..
THE POLARBEAR EXPRESS
Yes, its DAMN cold! From the Fridge in NYC to the Freezer in Toronto. I could not believe how cold it has gotten. Being in Japan has softened me to the realities of a North American winter