on frequent flyer points and the phenomenon of the modern airport...
Yesterday was flying day (insert groans here) and it was worse than usual. My plane was an hour and a half late leaving Toronto, seriously, we were all on the plane, buckled and ready to go, and the plane sat on the tarmac for an hour and a half. Ick.
As a result of course, I missed my connecting flight in Calgary. There were two other planes leaving calgary to abbotsford yesterday, I couldn't go on the first because it was already full, so I went on the second... after six hours of bumming around the calgary airport.
It could have been much worse, yes. But I hate flying days to begin with, so extending what should have been a morning of boredom and exaustion into an entire day of boredom and exaustion was a severe pain.
Sigh, oh and by the by. I am now a frequent flyer. What a joke, at the beginning of July I'd never BEEN on a plane... yesterdays flight was my seventh.
Welcome to the poverty jet set.
Yesterday was flying day (insert groans here) and it was worse than usual. My plane was an hour and a half late leaving Toronto, seriously, we were all on the plane, buckled and ready to go, and the plane sat on the tarmac for an hour and a half. Ick.
As a result of course, I missed my connecting flight in Calgary. There were two other planes leaving calgary to abbotsford yesterday, I couldn't go on the first because it was already full, so I went on the second... after six hours of bumming around the calgary airport.
It could have been much worse, yes. But I hate flying days to begin with, so extending what should have been a morning of boredom and exaustion into an entire day of boredom and exaustion was a severe pain.
Sigh, oh and by the by. I am now a frequent flyer. What a joke, at the beginning of July I'd never BEEN on a plane... yesterdays flight was my seventh.
Welcome to the poverty jet set.
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