Re: Get Your Grump on Thursdays - Was (What's chapping my @ss today?)
Receiving 12 texts from American Airlines informing me that my first flight of a two leg trip home from Birmingham would be delayed, and delayed and delayed. This of course will result in the connecting flight being missed. I know this, AA knows this, we all know this...just inform me and the other poor saps on my flight of the plan to get us back on track.
Knowing of my inevitable fate, I called the AA desk asking the reason for the delay; maintenance; which means a hotel voucher as I know that I'll be sleeping in Charlotte. "Just speak with the gate agent when you land sir and we will take care of it, and thank you for flying three million miles in our tiny, pressurized and highly uncomfortable aluminum tubes."
Upon arrival in the Queen City, the gate agent happily informed me of the fact that the gentleman that I spoke with at the AA desk was incorrect and an uninformed arse and that weather actually delayed our little airplane for 3 hours. Essentially, eff you RW, you are on your own at 12:30 am in terms of finding a hotel. Oh and by the way, all of the hotels in a 10 mile radius are booked tonight as other people were able to cop a reservation because their desk agent knew about the huge effing thunderstorms that were delaying other little planes like mine all throughout the South. But that doesn't matter anyway, your new flight is in seven hours at 8:00 am and you wouldn't have been be able to transport to a hotel, get some sleep in a bed, and turn around and get through security in the morning in time for your new flight anyway. Grump off.
Good news though, I am pretty damn limber and stretching out on a set of airport seats for a few hours with several babies screaming all around me and some chick talking dirty to her boyfriend on her cell phone for hours, yes hours, is not beyond my pay grade. 8:00 am will be here shortly and my middle seat in row 23 will surely be a welcome sight, as a grump is relevant as we know all too well. Taco Bell opens at 5:00 am I think and maybe, just maybe the dirty talking chick is one of my seat mates...
rw saunders
hey, how lucky can one man get.
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