Travel

Stuck on a plane. Every effing time I travel. This has got to stop. Right now I am in Birmingham and we can not get off of the plane because we do not have a terminal. Our flight was headed to Atlanta, but had to re-route due to thunderstorms. So now we are here. I haven't eaten and the longer we are stuck here, the less likely I am to get a good meal. To top it all off, I am sitting next to the loudest woman to ever leave the West Coast. Apparently, she has replaced her lungs with a bull horn. Her kids are utterly annoying and they are everywhere - In front of me, behind me and beside me. This woman should NEVER have been allowed to reproduce.

When will this plane get off the ground?
Argghh! MUST GET FOOD!

Stuck in an airport. Atlanta is a fun city, the airport in Atlanta is hell. The people watching has gotten old and now all I want is to get on my way. It's amazing how weird people look when they are in a hurry. Honestly, being in a crowded airport should count as participation in a blood sport. These tourists take NO prisoners. I often wonder if traffic in an area, like the airport, could be controlled by using the same traffic signals and lines that city streets use. Yes, people turn into warriors when they enter an airport, theme park or mall. If people flew more often the obesity epidemic could become obsolete (just as long as you don't give them time to stop and snack between flights). Beep, beep, beep. Those carts are driving me nuts. Unless you are disabled you should not be allowed to get on one. An old woman with a busted hip could out walk one of those things.

Finally, my flight has taken off and landed. I'm only 3 hours late ... and so begins the vacation.

(This is an entry in my mini journal from the day I left for Maryland 7/19/2005)