Well, I made it as far as Georgia.
Mar. 22nd, 2010 01:30 am3:30 p.m. -- leave Orlando hotel.
1:15 a.m. -- arrive in Atlanta airport hotel.
In between, a couple of hours of sitting in the Orlando airport, three hours or so sitting on the airplane hoping Atlanta's weather would stop sucking enough to let us go there, a brief departure from the plane to grab food, a mad dash out to the runway, some more sitting, a quick flight, a bout of circling Macon, a landing, a leisurely and frequently-interrupted taxi to the gate, an unpleasant stay in line with lots of pissed-off passengers with strange ideas of what airlines "should" do when these problems arise ("they have the planes, just sitting around; they should put them in the air!"), a freezing wait for the hotel shuttle, a shuttle ride, a protracted stay in line while the one hideously overworked concierge tries to clear out this shuttle load before the next one arrives, and then an elevator trip and a long hallway to my room.
In a moment, I will investigate the hotel and see if there is any food to be had, and maybe even a hot tub. I'm dubious on both counts, but apparently today has not ground all the hope out of me yet.
1:15 a.m. -- arrive in Atlanta airport hotel.
In between, a couple of hours of sitting in the Orlando airport, three hours or so sitting on the airplane hoping Atlanta's weather would stop sucking enough to let us go there, a brief departure from the plane to grab food, a mad dash out to the runway, some more sitting, a quick flight, a bout of circling Macon, a landing, a leisurely and frequently-interrupted taxi to the gate, an unpleasant stay in line with lots of pissed-off passengers with strange ideas of what airlines "should" do when these problems arise ("they have the planes, just sitting around; they should put them in the air!"), a freezing wait for the hotel shuttle, a shuttle ride, a protracted stay in line while the one hideously overworked concierge tries to clear out this shuttle load before the next one arrives, and then an elevator trip and a long hallway to my room.
In a moment, I will investigate the hotel and see if there is any food to be had, and maybe even a hot tub. I'm dubious on both counts, but apparently today has not ground all the hope out of me yet.
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Date: 2010-03-22 05:34 am (UTC)At least you're not on a bus. At least you're not on a bus.
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Date: 2010-03-22 05:40 am (UTC)It is small comfort. As is the Pop Tart I acquired from a well-hidden vending machine. But for hot tubs or anything of the sort, I am SOL.
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Date: 2010-03-22 10:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-22 10:56 am (UTC)At least when you're walking or riding or driving you have the feeling you're going somewhere, even when you're hideously behind your schedule, but just waiting for a plane is very, very annoying indeed.
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Date: 2010-03-22 11:56 am (UTC)I hope the rest of your trip home is safe and uneventful!
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Date: 2010-03-22 01:23 pm (UTC)I'm sitting in O'Hare now with a delayed flight pushes me into only haing a standby ticket for a flight to Omaha that might barely let me make my meeting.
Whee!
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Date: 2010-03-22 02:09 pm (UTC)Hope the rest of your travels go smoothly!
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Date: 2010-03-22 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-24 02:52 am (UTC)People are dumb when they get pissed off.
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Date: 2010-03-22 02:20 pm (UTC)