Trains, Planes & Automobiles
Since there was no time for anything but the Grr... of the Day - here it is:
Steve Martin, John Candy... move over - you can't compare to Classic Shivji. It took 21 hours from NYC to Seattle last weekend. The culprit this time was La Guardia. Air Traffic Control scheduled us 15th for take off. Somehow they panic everytime it rains. Oh no rain - thats never happened before, cancel all flights and move everything around so that passengers will always get stuck in the hellhole of Detroit. So the weekend started off with flying into Syracuse on Friday instead of New York, having Kirsten pick me up from the airport (thanks sweetie - I love you) and then taking a 5 hour bus ride to Port Authority starting at 7am EST. There I managed to transfer two subways to Astoria Blvd where I caught a bus to La Guardia. After being number 15 for take off**, I was adamant to make my connection in Detroit*. When we landed in Detroit - I had 15 minutes to catch my connection. However, being is seat 33F meant I had to wait for 16 rows of passengers to casually remove their carry-on luggage and mosey off the frickin plane. Like a frantic maniac I charged towards my gate with my laptop bag freely knocking over old ladies*** only to see my plane close up. Apparently the only other plane was through Chicago. Half awake and paralyzed with rage, I landed in Chicago and ran for the Shuttle to the next terminal to catch the elusive plane to Seattle. I made it to my hotel at 1am PST (4am EST). The irony was that despite all my running and frenzied attempts to make it to Seattle, I was shocked to realize that my luggage had actually made it on my original flight - 15 hours before me. Next time, I'm riding in the baggage hold.
*See previous posts for my hatred of Detroit.
**I caught myself missing Ithaca where 3 planes maximum were at the airport at a time.
***I now know it's circumstance that makes nice guys into jerks.
Steve Martin, John Candy... move over - you can't compare to Classic Shivji. It took 21 hours from NYC to Seattle last weekend. The culprit this time was La Guardia. Air Traffic Control scheduled us 15th for take off. Somehow they panic everytime it rains. Oh no rain - thats never happened before, cancel all flights and move everything around so that passengers will always get stuck in the hellhole of Detroit. So the weekend started off with flying into Syracuse on Friday instead of New York, having Kirsten pick me up from the airport (thanks sweetie - I love you) and then taking a 5 hour bus ride to Port Authority starting at 7am EST. There I managed to transfer two subways to Astoria Blvd where I caught a bus to La Guardia. After being number 15 for take off**, I was adamant to make my connection in Detroit*. When we landed in Detroit - I had 15 minutes to catch my connection. However, being is seat 33F meant I had to wait for 16 rows of passengers to casually remove their carry-on luggage and mosey off the frickin plane. Like a frantic maniac I charged towards my gate with my laptop bag freely knocking over old ladies*** only to see my plane close up. Apparently the only other plane was through Chicago. Half awake and paralyzed with rage, I landed in Chicago and ran for the Shuttle to the next terminal to catch the elusive plane to Seattle. I made it to my hotel at 1am PST (4am EST). The irony was that despite all my running and frenzied attempts to make it to Seattle, I was shocked to realize that my luggage had actually made it on my original flight - 15 hours before me. Next time, I'm riding in the baggage hold.
*See previous posts for my hatred of Detroit.
**I caught myself missing Ithaca where 3 planes maximum were at the airport at a time.
***I now know it's circumstance that makes nice guys into jerks.
posted by Megalomaniac at 8:12 PM
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