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Airline woes … I spent my

Airline woes …

I spent my vacation with Wifey™ in Canada for the last few weeks. It was actually a vacation I’d planned back in August when I visted last time, only I didnt tell her about it. More of a surprise visit for the holidays so we could spend New Years together.

Anyhow, I arrived at the SF airport at around midnight and found out I’d have to fly through Houston to get to Cleveland to get to Montreal. Are you following? Basically the airline has to fly all the way down to the bottom of the US to fly me up to Montreal. So a flight that should take five or six hours ended up taking twelve hours. Thats a fun time, let me tell you.

It was around noon by the time I got to Houston, so I went to the airport Burger King to get lunch. They call it Burger King Express. Basically the bastards sitting behind the counter do shit and you serve yourself. I grabbed my own burger, I poured my own fries into the little container, filled my own drink … I even had to put the little paper mat on my tray on my own. Then I paid way too much for the freaking meal. Bastards. Have it your way, my ass.

Anyhow, I booked it out of Houston after about an hour wait and headed over to the Cleveland airport for a two hour wait. Basically sat and watched these two little kids beat the living crap out of each other over a marker. There parents didnt seem to give two shits, and I was fairly amused.

So, the plane trips are another story in themselves. I’m sure as hell not going to pay double to sit in First Class, and they really make you feel like shit sitting in regular class. The seats are way too narrow. Have you ever tried to eat a meal with your arms pinned at your sides. Try it sometime, its not easy to cut something when you can’t move your freaking arms. The bastard next to me felt like he owned the armrests so moving wasnt much of an option. Then the dude starts cranking his bastard head in my face to look out the window. Um, I got the window seat so get your lice ridden head out of my face.

After twelve hours I finally arrived in Montreal, which was totally worth it to be able to see Wifey™ again.

The trip back wasnt so bad because I didnt have to serve myself at the McDonalds and the plane trips went faster because they didnt send me around the fucking globe to get back to my house. Um, whats the fastest way between two points …

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