Day: April 18, 2011

Sweet merciful conclusion

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I think it was to spite me, but I somehow made it onto the second-to-last flight of the evening, and made it home about an hour sooner than I was expecting.  After about the first eight hours of failed flights, I started chatting up an attractive girl whom we both realized that we were in the same predicament, as we had grown aware of each others’ presences at all the gates since about 7:00 a.m.  Conversations were pleasant, and I got to learn that she’s also local to Atlanta, there was no ring on the hand, and in the back of my head, went the “hmm” voice. 

And then naturally, inevitably comes the carefully tactful mentioning of the boyfriend that I have to try and not let visibly affect me, while she gets to possibly feel flattered that some other guy was showing initial interest in her.  But whatever, at an airport, I wouldn’t have it any other way, and regardless of the events of the day, the weekend, I’m simply just glad to finally fucking be home.

Sounds about right

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As of right now, I’ve missed six flights back to Atlanta, and I’m currently stranded at Reagan National Airport.  The storms I narrowly avoided leaving Atlanta on Friday ultimately caught up with me on Saturday, and in the process forced pretty much every airline to cancel flights left and right, to which the continuous backlash of such backlogging is striking me with much vengeance at this very moment.  I predict I will miss a total of twelve flights by the time I’m able to get through.  Thankfully I have plenty to read, and the requisite internet access to bitch and moan about how much my April’s been sucking.

Needless to say, without question, I won’t be able to make it back to Atlanta in time for me to actually do any work that I’d get paid to do.  I have the option of calling my mom and having her get me out of here until a later time when every single flight doesn’t have 50+ other stranded passengers waiting to get on, but to be perfectly honest, I’d rather wait here at the airport.  It’s barely more comfortable here than it is at my parents’ house.