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Stuck in Puerto Rico.
Reasons:
My flight from Tortola to San Juan was delayed by 4 hours.
By the time I got to the airport, the airline that I was supposed to switch over to was closed.
I was forced to get a hotel room and stay the night.
I woke up yesterday to try to get a flight only to find out that there is nothing that they can do because the delay was because of a natural occurance (lava ash on the runway) and they didn't have to switch the flight.
My parents could only buy me a ticket for Friday at 4:30 pm and have me stay at the hotel for 2 more days.
Today I tried to go and see if I could transfer the ticket and be on stand by or try and get a flight for today. No dice.
So now I am in my hotel room, drinking leftover rum from Tortola, watching daytime drama and doing crosswords.
I have missed my first day of classes and will miss my first day of work tomorrow.
Puerto Rico blows. No one can help me. I don't understand. I did everything that I was supposed to do. I waited for the airplane, I was there an hour earlier than I was supposed to be, the flight was 4 hours late, how the fuck is that my fault? And the airline is saying they are just throwing that ticket away and I had to buy a new one because they can't control nature. WHAT THE FUCK. OK Well neither can I because if I could, I would be at home right now in my new apartment, drinking wine with Zoppo and getting ready to start my new job at the liquor store. Goddammit, I fucking hate airlines. I really hope its not like this everytime I go to see Dave.
I keep wanting to write about what an awesome time I had in Tortola but I'm too cranky and tired and pissed off so I'll have to do that later, but I promise I will. It will be easier than telling the story to people everytime I hang out with a new person. And I know Amy wants to hear about the Full Moon party (fucking awesome) but for now. I'm going back to my room to watch crappy TV and hopefully pass out.
Reasons:
My flight from Tortola to San Juan was delayed by 4 hours.
By the time I got to the airport, the airline that I was supposed to switch over to was closed.
I was forced to get a hotel room and stay the night.
I woke up yesterday to try to get a flight only to find out that there is nothing that they can do because the delay was because of a natural occurance (lava ash on the runway) and they didn't have to switch the flight.
My parents could only buy me a ticket for Friday at 4:30 pm and have me stay at the hotel for 2 more days.
Today I tried to go and see if I could transfer the ticket and be on stand by or try and get a flight for today. No dice.
So now I am in my hotel room, drinking leftover rum from Tortola, watching daytime drama and doing crosswords.
I have missed my first day of classes and will miss my first day of work tomorrow.
Puerto Rico blows. No one can help me. I don't understand. I did everything that I was supposed to do. I waited for the airplane, I was there an hour earlier than I was supposed to be, the flight was 4 hours late, how the fuck is that my fault? And the airline is saying they are just throwing that ticket away and I had to buy a new one because they can't control nature. WHAT THE FUCK. OK Well neither can I because if I could, I would be at home right now in my new apartment, drinking wine with Zoppo and getting ready to start my new job at the liquor store. Goddammit, I fucking hate airlines. I really hope its not like this everytime I go to see Dave.
I keep wanting to write about what an awesome time I had in Tortola but I'm too cranky and tired and pissed off so I'll have to do that later, but I promise I will. It will be easier than telling the story to people everytime I hang out with a new person. And I know Amy wants to hear about the Full Moon party (fucking awesome) but for now. I'm going back to my room to watch crappy TV and hopefully pass out.