It is official. Dallas is a terrible, terrible place and I would rather spend my time just about anywhere else. Especially after five long hours of trouble there. Got on the flight no problem. The one going to Albuquerque. I was all excited, because that meant I'd be arriving just in time for the welcome dinner. And then it happened. Plane problems. Couldn't take off. So then starts the terminal jumping, where they send us from one area of the airport to the next, making us all do circles over and over and keeping us from doing anything we'd like to, like being able to use said free internet (see? Hell. Dangles the one good thing and then RIPS it away.) Three hours later, we finally get a new flight and get out of Dallas, thank GOD. I'm hours off from when I was supposed to be, I now get to go to bed without dinner (making my total amount of food for the last twenty-four hours one small salad and a thing of soy nuts that upset my stomach) and hope that the blood all pooled in my legs will go away soon.
Moral of the story: DON'T LAND IN DALLAS! And the worst of it? That's where I have to stop again on my way outta here in July. Can you say death by heat?
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oh...lord honey that sounds miserable I hate when that crap happens!!! I hope this was a one time flub on Dallas' part and your flight out in July will be more...tolerable.
ReplyDeleteIt's okay. I'm hoping the next time through will be much smoother and that I can get some stupid Texan trinket - like a magnet - for my family. I don't think my mom has a Texas magnet, despite being from there!
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