Monday, October 24, 2005
Crazy Trip and Crazy Drivers
Well, I'm back home from my little trip to the east coast, it was fun, but I'm glad to be back. I've decided that traveling and exploring quaint little nineteenth century towns is much more fun if someone is there to share it with you! It's also much more fun to have someone to share travel troubles with you!
Yes, travel troubles! I knew it was bound to happen sometime, and it finally did. All that watching the show on A&E "Airline" prepared me well for what was about to happen. Well, Friday, I finish up with classes and waste some time before going to the airport. I was a good little traveler and arrived at the airport in plenty of time (2 hours). Well, I get there and US Airways check in kiosks are down as are all their computers. I sit in line for an hour and hear repeatedly the guy say "10 more minutes". Well, that never happened and they ended up issuing us hand written boarding passes.
To make a long story short(er), my connection was in Philly, and they were running late. That subsequently made my flight take off late, which would ultimately make me miss my connection back to Indy. Well, the computers were still not up, and the guy from the airline was unable to tell me if I was going to make another connection or something, and the only thing he said was to call the airline. Calling the airline got nowhere, so I looked up the corporate offices phone number and called them. They were unable to help because they were still on the other airline (from the merger) system. He said that he would call me back. Well, no sooner than I get off the phone with him, the flight is ready. I get on and fly to Philly because the airline guy said that I had a lot better chance getting home rather than in Portland, ME.
So, I fly to Philly, and there are no other flights back home. They airline person there wanted me to pay for the hotel. I said to hell with that. They said that they don't pay for hotels if it air traffic problems. I told them that I would not have gotten on the plane to Philly if the computers were not broken in Portland. Eventually with a supervisor they paid for my hotel. So, I stayed at a Holiday Inn, in south Philly over by all the stadiums.
There was another stranded passenger with me, he was in the Coast Guard and we ended up eating together. The restaurant in the hotel was not serving food when we got there so we walked a mile or so in the cold to a place to eat. The place wasn't too bad, except that I got bet up there.
Yes, my big ass got beat up in Philly.... by a...wait for it...it's worth it....a crab! Yes, I was whooped by a crab. The whole trip I went easy on the companies spending account....well after the airline debacle I decided that I needed a couple beers and some good food. Needless to say, the crab won. It dislodged my thumbnail (right hand) which still hurts and I can't type right. It cut my right ring finger (just a little) and it sliced open my left thumb. When it cut my left thumb the blood was coming out pretty good and I admitted defeat with two crab legs left in the plate.
We walked back, I wished Pat a good life and I went up and went to bed for 4 hours of sleep. Woke up, took a shuttle to the airport and flew home.
Nothing else too exciting happened the rest of the weekend...I'm starting to work with Caden on obedience and training. He is doing pretty good...he has sit down pat, now for the hard stuff.
Ok, on to drivers. As you can see, I have a running theme on here, that drivers piss me off. Today was no exception. You know those roads where two lanes merge into one? They are all over, and 99.5% of the drivers, especially in rush hour knows that the road narrows and they say screw the manners and just bust their ass in the lane that is about to end in hopes of cutting off the nice considerate patient drivers.
Today, I'm sitting watching traffic fly by me and I have enough. Amanda says that I should be rude, and I say screw that. I swerved to the right and straddled the center line and blocked both lanes of traffic. I was going to keep my spot and screw over any inconsiderate drivers. It worked...I felt good and I'll probably do it again. I hate rude drivers. So, if you are an ass hole and want to try to cut off traffic, watch out for my ugly Mazda3 station wagon.
That's it for now...
Well, I'm back home from my little trip to the east coast, it was fun, but I'm glad to be back. I've decided that traveling and exploring quaint little nineteenth century towns is much more fun if someone is there to share it with you! It's also much more fun to have someone to share travel troubles with you!
Yes, travel troubles! I knew it was bound to happen sometime, and it finally did. All that watching the show on A&E "Airline" prepared me well for what was about to happen. Well, Friday, I finish up with classes and waste some time before going to the airport. I was a good little traveler and arrived at the airport in plenty of time (2 hours). Well, I get there and US Airways check in kiosks are down as are all their computers. I sit in line for an hour and hear repeatedly the guy say "10 more minutes". Well, that never happened and they ended up issuing us hand written boarding passes.
To make a long story short(er), my connection was in Philly, and they were running late. That subsequently made my flight take off late, which would ultimately make me miss my connection back to Indy. Well, the computers were still not up, and the guy from the airline was unable to tell me if I was going to make another connection or something, and the only thing he said was to call the airline. Calling the airline got nowhere, so I looked up the corporate offices phone number and called them. They were unable to help because they were still on the other airline (from the merger) system. He said that he would call me back. Well, no sooner than I get off the phone with him, the flight is ready. I get on and fly to Philly because the airline guy said that I had a lot better chance getting home rather than in Portland, ME.
So, I fly to Philly, and there are no other flights back home. They airline person there wanted me to pay for the hotel. I said to hell with that. They said that they don't pay for hotels if it air traffic problems. I told them that I would not have gotten on the plane to Philly if the computers were not broken in Portland. Eventually with a supervisor they paid for my hotel. So, I stayed at a Holiday Inn, in south Philly over by all the stadiums.
There was another stranded passenger with me, he was in the Coast Guard and we ended up eating together. The restaurant in the hotel was not serving food when we got there so we walked a mile or so in the cold to a place to eat. The place wasn't too bad, except that I got bet up there.
Yes, my big ass got beat up in Philly.... by a...wait for it...it's worth it....a crab! Yes, I was whooped by a crab. The whole trip I went easy on the companies spending account....well after the airline debacle I decided that I needed a couple beers and some good food. Needless to say, the crab won. It dislodged my thumbnail (right hand) which still hurts and I can't type right. It cut my right ring finger (just a little) and it sliced open my left thumb. When it cut my left thumb the blood was coming out pretty good and I admitted defeat with two crab legs left in the plate.
We walked back, I wished Pat a good life and I went up and went to bed for 4 hours of sleep. Woke up, took a shuttle to the airport and flew home.
Nothing else too exciting happened the rest of the weekend...I'm starting to work with Caden on obedience and training. He is doing pretty good...he has sit down pat, now for the hard stuff.
Ok, on to drivers. As you can see, I have a running theme on here, that drivers piss me off. Today was no exception. You know those roads where two lanes merge into one? They are all over, and 99.5% of the drivers, especially in rush hour knows that the road narrows and they say screw the manners and just bust their ass in the lane that is about to end in hopes of cutting off the nice considerate patient drivers.
Today, I'm sitting watching traffic fly by me and I have enough. Amanda says that I should be rude, and I say screw that. I swerved to the right and straddled the center line and blocked both lanes of traffic. I was going to keep my spot and screw over any inconsiderate drivers. It worked...I felt good and I'll probably do it again. I hate rude drivers. So, if you are an ass hole and want to try to cut off traffic, watch out for my ugly Mazda3 station wagon.
That's it for now...
