Thursday, May 18, 2006
Good Morning! (from O'Hare) - or - Come On Feel The Illinoise!
"You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless... "~ Kanye
"CXLD."
That's airport code for S.O.L.
Delta 6466 was cancelled last night. A teeny bit of an inconvenience.
Delta gave me a "voucher" so that I could spend $40 to take a cab to a hotel, spend $100 to "sleep" for four hours, get up at 3:45 a.m., and then take another $40 cab back to O'Hare.
I kinda wish Delta had just kicked me in the groin. It's not terribly far away from where they just smacked me (the front-pocket wallet) and it would have been slightly less painful. Shampooers wonder why they're hemorraging cash.
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I see many of the same folks, from last night, who were also very displeased with the cancellation news. Some are still wearing the same clothes (like me...but with crisp new skivvies), so are wearing new spiffy threads.
Some look travel-weary (like me...but with new skivvies!). And some clean up pretty shampooing well (ostensibly also with new skivvies).
There is the African woman whose brother was arriving in NYC at 6:45 a.m. ... she's on the 6:10 a.m. with me. There's the deceivingly beautiful businesswoman who, like last night, has her fingers flailing away at her BlackBerry, getting more done from 5:30-6:10 this morning than I probably do in a year's worth of pre-dawn awakenings. There's the tall dude who looked like he slept in a dumpster, but still manages to rock the old school Converse.
People do this shit everyday. I don't envy them. I also now appreciate the joys of flying charters.
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The iPod is keeping me calm. A little Ray LaMontagne, a little Jay-Z, and little Bob Dylan, and little Robbie Williams.
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I'm working on gigantic diet coke #1 of the day. There will be many more.
Oh well. Looking forward to hitting them long, straight, and not very often.
(hole in) One.
"CXLD."
That's airport code for S.O.L.
Delta 6466 was cancelled last night. A teeny bit of an inconvenience.
Delta gave me a "voucher" so that I could spend $40 to take a cab to a hotel, spend $100 to "sleep" for four hours, get up at 3:45 a.m., and then take another $40 cab back to O'Hare.
I kinda wish Delta had just kicked me in the groin. It's not terribly far away from where they just smacked me (the front-pocket wallet) and it would have been slightly less painful. Shampooers wonder why they're hemorraging cash.
-----
I see many of the same folks, from last night, who were also very displeased with the cancellation news. Some are still wearing the same clothes (like me...but with crisp new skivvies), so are wearing new spiffy threads.
Some look travel-weary (like me...but with new skivvies!). And some clean up pretty shampooing well (ostensibly also with new skivvies).
There is the African woman whose brother was arriving in NYC at 6:45 a.m. ... she's on the 6:10 a.m. with me. There's the deceivingly beautiful businesswoman who, like last night, has her fingers flailing away at her BlackBerry, getting more done from 5:30-6:10 this morning than I probably do in a year's worth of pre-dawn awakenings. There's the tall dude who looked like he slept in a dumpster, but still manages to rock the old school Converse.
People do this shit everyday. I don't envy them. I also now appreciate the joys of flying charters.
-----
The iPod is keeping me calm. A little Ray LaMontagne, a little Jay-Z, and little Bob Dylan, and little Robbie Williams.
-----
I'm working on gigantic diet coke #1 of the day. There will be many more.
Oh well. Looking forward to hitting them long, straight, and not very often.
(hole in) One.
