In Albany, it took them five minutes to unload the guy who had the heart attack. We sat on at the gate for an hour and a half for good measure. They let on ten more people. They added more fuel. They fucked me over AGAIN.
The starting sequence for the races started 15 minutes ago. I am waiting for my bag. When I get it, I will take the L to the yacht club and barter a ride out to the races.
I may never fly again.
Friday, June 19, 2009
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