I'm currently sitting at my gate thinking, "I should be on a plane right now". Ahh, delays. Lovely. I've luckily scored a window seat at the gate next to an outlet, so I can chronicle the epic journey of the small woman outside trying to pull a luggage cart by hand. She must be a buck and a quarter, and she's trying to use every little bit of physics-defying gusto she's got. Guess what? She failed. Hurrah!
Delayed AGAIN. Within 5 minutes, I've been delayed three times. Go Continental, you magnificant bastard, you!
So since I'm just pouring out thoughts on, uh, screen, I need to mention a little qualm with their "flyer alert" system. I mean, I like that they'll give me a call to let me know we've been delayed-- that's actually very sweet of them. Unfortunately, they don't really have a semi-intelligent system here: I got a call telling me I was delayed 10 minutes... cool. Then I got one saying I was now delayed 11 minutes. Okay. Now 12 minutes. Um.... how long will this be going on? I turned off my cell phone for a few minutes, when I turned it back on I had EIGHT voicemail messages from them. I feel like I'm trying unsuccessfully to break up with an airline.
Then there's the text message/voicemail that I get when I land.
"Congratulations, you have landed!"
....was this not expected? And how in unholy hell could I not have figured this part out on my own? Stop eating up my minutes, Continental, I already told you you're being too needy! I don't need this in my life right now, and I've... well, I've been seeing United on the side. I'm sorry, I know, but their seats are just so much comfier, and the snacks are better. Please don't be mad. Let's move on.
Oh mother of God, I have another voicemail.
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