Airtran…
I guess airlines are like "Did we kill you? You fuck… Bye bye. Have a nice day.", We get caught up in the interactions, or even just letting people impact us, so not worth it.
Airtran most decidely fucked me though, and I almost didn’t make it to Chicago. I almost had to talk to some Homeland security motherfuckers. It’s cool if you miss a flight. I didn’t miss a flight, rather I was on time, had my booking, confirmation code, recipt.
"So sorry sir, but while you have all of that, and you are in our system, we didn’t actually charge you, so now we have to charge you more."
"Beg your pardon", smiling, teeth emphatically promoting good energy.
"Call reservations."
Tell somebody to call reservations after you’ve sucked up thirty minutes of their time, after you’ve reached OJ* time, fifteen minutes left for your flight.
It didn’t go well. I did * and * happened, then I caught the red eye. You let it go…, hopefully i’ll be mindful to not do that same thing, not let that same way infect my own perspective on people. That was a challenge though, and I failed in how I dealt with it.
Landed late, once again reminded of how I kinda miss hydrogenated oil (Can’t stop eating those Jays!), worked on a computer for my cousin.
In other news, I stopped acting like a little bitch about routers. I’ve gotten more comfortable with them, did one of my three indentured jobs already. And this morning I did twenty minutes of yoga. Now it’s time to steal/borrow toothpaste from my cousin, time to get on the road.
*And did I mean OJ time, like dashing through the airport, or just brutally killing that bitch?
Hm…