I don’t know if I should take this as a sign or something. But all I know is my original flight to New York back at the end of February was delayed 3 hours out of Jacksonville. My flight to New York the other day was delayed 3 hours out of Tallahassee. I mean seriously what is this? If I didn’t know any better, I would think that Rob was calling the airlines and telling them to delay my flights on purpose to get me to stay. Well this time it almost worked. Airlines, get your act together because I am thoroughly annoyed. I do not want to fly into LaGuardia. I would like to fly into JFK and not land at midnight. LaGuardia does not have an AirTrain to get me to the subway like JFK does. And I have no desire to take a bus to get to the subway. I now have to pay for a cab since that is the only reasonable option to get to the city from LaGuardia and I am not happy about it. I had planned to use that $50 on something much better. Like the new Benefit moisturizer and under eye cream that just came out. You know, the new one that is supposed to completely eliminate my dark under eye circles making it look like I sleep when I don’t and the moisturizer that is supposed to give me that natural glow all the time making me look refreshed and hydrated when I’m not. I do believe Delta should pay for my cab due to the inconvenience or at least buy my new moisturizer since flying will only add to the fact that my skin is not refreshed and hydrated looking. One man was so flaming mad too. Seriously. His face was actually flaming red he was so upset. Apparently he had been trying to get out since yesterday, so I kinda understand. But still. Take a chill pill, have a drink, and a shot and calm down! There is clearly nothing you can do, and if you have a problem there is no need to yell very loudly at the gate agent and slam your fist on the counter like a 5 year old when clearly there is nothing she can do to fix the problem because obviously she is just the gate agent. That man walked away. Finally. On the plane, I find that my flight attendant’s name is Starla. It made me think of Sweet Home Alabama even though that woman’s name is Stella. It’s still very similar and Starla totally sounds like a name that you would hear in Sweet Home Alabama. So, instantly I started quoting it in my head, because if I said it out loud people would look at me like I’m crazy (since they don’t already). My thoughts of quotes was rudely interrupted when Starla came on and told me that we were delayed another 10 minutes. Cool. Thanks Starla. But she did run a glass of water to me right as they were starting the engines and moving down the runway. She totally made it to me and back to her seat without spilling a drip of my water, so naturally I think she is the best fight attendant ever and if I could pick my flight attendant like I can pick my seat, I would pick her. Plus she has a little sarcasm to her, which I like as well. By this point I am also incredibly hungry because I sat at the airport for 3 hours and didn’t leave because the other gate agent told me that was the worst idea I had all day and incase you didn’t know, there is no food in the Tallahassee airport. My stomach is now grumbling louder than the plane engine. Oh and don’t let me forget to add that now my flight to New York is delayed till 8:30. Oh and I can’t get on the earlier one because of my checked bag because if I do, they won’t bring my bag to me. I would have to go back to LaGuardia to get it. So let’s sum this up. It’s 7:38. I’m tired. I need a drink. I don’t land till 11. I won’t get home till 12:30 at the earliest. I have to be up at 7. And I miss Rob. Officially this day sucks.
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