stuck at the airport.
i hate airports.
i hate them more than gas station bathrooms.
i hate them more than graffitied bus stops.
i hate them more than fast food places at two in the morning.
i can count on one hand the number of times things have run completely smoothly from start-to-finish in an airport. maybe i'm just unlucky, but i have a hunch that airports, even in the 21st century, just don't have their act together.
today's problem: they just realized--like ten minutes before we were supposed to start boarding--that they didn't want to use the aircraft they were going to use and now they're looking for another one. why? couldn't tell you. they tell us nothing. all i know is what the old bat announces into the microphone every 20 minutes, which is that my flight is indefinitely delayed, although they "have an aircraft in mind."
who the hell are these people, and what exactly are they getting paid to do? or more accurately, what are they getting paid not to do? in my case, getting delayed for at least 45 minutes is at best an inconvenience but some people have important meetings to go to (okay, maybe not on easter sunday, but it's the principle of the thing), other planes to catch, etc. these faceless "airport people" who everyone just refers to as "they" can turn someone's life into a logistical nightmare with just a flick of the wrist or the press of a button. who gave them so much power?
the microphone just crackled again. apparently, "they" are bringing the aircraft over from the hangar and it should be here soon. it's 10:45 though; i doubt i'm going to be in the air by the estimated departure time of 11:10.
i was supposed to be off the ground at 10:25. yesterday at 3:00, i told myself that 24 hours from then, i'd be in boston. but it looks like i'm not getting back until at least 3:30 or 3:45.
i guess it's not a big deal. it's not like i have big plans or anything. i just hate having to spend more time in an airport than i have to.
it could be worse. they could have us on the actual plane just sitting around and waiting on the tarmac for 45 minutes...except that would require having a plane for people to be on, and they clearly don't have that right now.
the good news is that i don't think i'm coming home at all this summer so the next time i have to deal with this absurdity might not be until thanksgiving.
i hate them more than gas station bathrooms.
i hate them more than graffitied bus stops.
i hate them more than fast food places at two in the morning.
i can count on one hand the number of times things have run completely smoothly from start-to-finish in an airport. maybe i'm just unlucky, but i have a hunch that airports, even in the 21st century, just don't have their act together.
today's problem: they just realized--like ten minutes before we were supposed to start boarding--that they didn't want to use the aircraft they were going to use and now they're looking for another one. why? couldn't tell you. they tell us nothing. all i know is what the old bat announces into the microphone every 20 minutes, which is that my flight is indefinitely delayed, although they "have an aircraft in mind."
who the hell are these people, and what exactly are they getting paid to do? or more accurately, what are they getting paid not to do? in my case, getting delayed for at least 45 minutes is at best an inconvenience but some people have important meetings to go to (okay, maybe not on easter sunday, but it's the principle of the thing), other planes to catch, etc. these faceless "airport people" who everyone just refers to as "they" can turn someone's life into a logistical nightmare with just a flick of the wrist or the press of a button. who gave them so much power?
the microphone just crackled again. apparently, "they" are bringing the aircraft over from the hangar and it should be here soon. it's 10:45 though; i doubt i'm going to be in the air by the estimated departure time of 11:10.
i was supposed to be off the ground at 10:25. yesterday at 3:00, i told myself that 24 hours from then, i'd be in boston. but it looks like i'm not getting back until at least 3:30 or 3:45.
i guess it's not a big deal. it's not like i have big plans or anything. i just hate having to spend more time in an airport than i have to.
it could be worse. they could have us on the actual plane just sitting around and waiting on the tarmac for 45 minutes...except that would require having a plane for people to be on, and they clearly don't have that right now.
the good news is that i don't think i'm coming home at all this summer so the next time i have to deal with this absurdity might not be until thanksgiving.