January 25, 2010

"The" standby travel...

I think its the frickin groundhugs day... the same day keep happening over and over and over again.. let alone living it, i dont even want to write about it. getting ready for the airport, getting picked up by the same driver, carrying lugguges downstairs, 40min trip to airport, getting money out of the atm to pay him (yet again), waiting in the lobby cursing and hoping to get on...cross your fingers, smile at the CSRs, hope for a miracle (oh I donno maybe this force called god exists or at least shows up for the party tonight and does me a favor)

Friday, Saturday, Sunday...

then...

Finally, i got on the flight last night, last standby to get on, happy as a child settled in my window seat... thought about all the things I could do during the flight... read, watch a movie, sleep, eat, write... Although the guy next to me was extremely talkative, i didnt even mind listening to his uninteresting life in Vegas with his "girl". I was forgiving and tolerant...

an hour later we were deboarding due to a mechanical delay... We couldnt even get to a gate so they deboarded us in 40s and put us on a bus to the terminal. We waited in the terminal for 45min before re-boarding. The problem was fixed. Everyone was happy again... oh so they thought... we took our original seats. I even took my shoes off and put my light on to read my book. And even the kid next to me shut up. Everything was perfect. An hour later, still at the runway, waiting... and then the pilot regrets to announce: The problem is back and we are going to deboard to the terminal and the flight is most probably be cancelled.... at 3am i was home, again...

i dont know how long i can do this...