Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Dear Delta, I hate you. - 12:41 PM
The title of this entry shall be 'Dear Delta, I hate you. Love, Myself.'Its super unfortunate that the NY trip had to masked by the incompetence of a certain Airline company. Geez, a 1.5hr flight turned into a 12 hour pleading contest....that we fought and didn't win. So here's the breakdown of how the day went.
11:30am: Got to JFK airport with no problems at all. Checked ourselves in, including our bags.
1pm: got the notice that our flight is CANCELLED due to 'bad weather'. only way to get back to detroit by that day, was to take cab to la guardia airport (another $30), hop on a 5pm flight to ATLANTA (which is even further AWAY from detroit), and then the connecting flight to detroit at 9.45pm. OK, we'll do it.
2:30pm: Got to la guardia. Had to wait in line for another 1.5hrs to check in cos there were so few desk agents on duty. @$(^!@*$&^
5pm: Boarded the flight to Atlanta. First trip to Georgia! BAH!
8:45pm: Waited around to board the next flight to Detroit, and was told there's a gate change. Had to take the airport shuttle to the next terminal. Fine, whats another 5minutes compared to the hours we lost?
9:50pm: Just about to take off when the captain announced that one of the tyres were busted and had to be changed. another 30mins. the thing was that he kept repeating 'we will put your safety ahead of everything else... you will wonder why we didn't catch this earlier, but planes are very different from cars blah blah blah blah'. WHOA. i wanted to ask him to shut up and go fix the bloody thing, and stop aggravating me.
1.30am: got to detroit, couldn't care less about our bags which could stil be at JFK or wherever. just wanted to go home when.......... Melissa realized her car keys are in her check-in luggage...u know, the one that didn't show up? OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. So she had to call her parents to drive 1.5hrs up to the airport to hand her the spare keys.
4am: Finally got back to Owen. East Lansing has never looked more inviting.
It was like as if everything that could had happened, happened. Tempers were flying everywhere, and we were hungry, exhausted and just damn pissed off.
Sigh. It was like, we were not meant to leave New York, or something.
OK, plus I have a cold and I have been croaking my way around for the past few days. I don't even feel like uploading the pictures. I'll do them when I finally stop coughing.