Never Again Flying United
Yesterday evening, i managed to get out of the office a bit early and even getting sent across the GWB by the stupid GPS, i got lucky and got to the airport, dumped the monster Infiniti and got through security in some kinda freaky record. So good that i made it to the gate where the 525 flight was loaded, but they hadn't closed the door. i asked "are there any open seats?" "Yes, do you have a ticket?" "Yes, i do." "Are you connecting?" "No, i'm on the 745 EWR-STL flight." "Oh, then that'll be $75." Well, fuck you running. Or flying, as the case may be. So i hung out and finally watched "Up In The Air" that i'd gotten from Netflix and had cocktails and dinner. And more cocktails. Suffice to say, i will never fly UAL again if at all-friggin'-possible.
