Anatomy of a Flight Delay
I already had a four hour layover in Cincinnati on my way to Philly, then came word that my flight was delayed an hour and thirty five minutes.
These were my thoughts and observations:
- Americans are fat. Like one out of every two or three people I see is overweight and I can’t even hazard a guess as to how many are obese. America, you gotta get a handle on that!
- A lot of women here tuck their T Shirts or shirts into their highwaisted mum jeans. It’s hideous.
- Being forced to watch CNN should be a form of torture at Abu Graib.
- Every second person has a Blackberry or bluetooth headset – I’m officially in hell.
- Judging by attire, a great many people are having difficulty transitioning from their summer to autumn wardrobes.
- I would like to punch Lou Dobbs in his windpipe.
- I have a cramp in my arm.
- Having your cell phone attached to your waistband looks so far beyond ridiculous.
- There’s a guy in the boarding lounge with a really bad cold. I don’t want to be in the same air space as him right now. He should be secluded in some other part of the airport.
- Damn, this cramp hurts.
- They should have lazy boy chairs in this boarding lounge.
- The last thing I need right now is a screaming baby – and there are four of them.
- I have the worst luck of anyone I know when it comes to travel.
- I’m so hungry. Eating my left hand and having my pinky toes for dessert is more appealing to me than a sandwich from Quiznos, which is all they seem to have in this airport.
- Does time actually go slower in Cincinnati, or am I just imagining that?
Tags: flights, random thoughts, when on earth will I get out of here?
