day one - planes
Jun. 25th, 2004 03:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireI hate flying. That's all.
The flight to Phoenix was fine, aside from a weird Asian guy who stared and stared. I sat in a bar right across from my gate and drank a bit too much vodka and ginger ale for 8am. America West has older planes, and no food service. But there are honey roasted peanuts.
We circled Cleveland for an hour, and then circled near Newark for another thirty minutes. The pilot announced we were running out fuel and had to go land at Hartford Conneticut because of the massive thunderstorms. The turbulence and knowledge of our dwindling fuel supply conspired to send my blood pressure up several points.
I was supposed to get into Newark at 5pm, but I didn't land there until nearly 10pm Friday night. We sat on the ground in Hartford for hours. You can't smoke in their bloody damned airport, nor can you go outside and return. That's fucking idiotic and I would like to shoot the person responsible in the knee cap. We couldn't refuel until after 8pm because of the lightning. It was a very long, very aggravating day.
By the time I was walking out of the Newark airport, through the baggage claim, I was already pulling out the cigarette and lighting up. I was too mad to care.
The flight to Phoenix was fine, aside from a weird Asian guy who stared and stared. I sat in a bar right across from my gate and drank a bit too much vodka and ginger ale for 8am. America West has older planes, and no food service. But there are honey roasted peanuts.
We circled Cleveland for an hour, and then circled near Newark for another thirty minutes. The pilot announced we were running out fuel and had to go land at Hartford Conneticut because of the massive thunderstorms. The turbulence and knowledge of our dwindling fuel supply conspired to send my blood pressure up several points.
I was supposed to get into Newark at 5pm, but I didn't land there until nearly 10pm Friday night. We sat on the ground in Hartford for hours. You can't smoke in their bloody damned airport, nor can you go outside and return. That's fucking idiotic and I would like to shoot the person responsible in the knee cap. We couldn't refuel until after 8pm because of the lightning. It was a very long, very aggravating day.
By the time I was walking out of the Newark airport, through the baggage claim, I was already pulling out the cigarette and lighting up. I was too mad to care.