It's August once again, and that means its time for another tale of airport mis-adventure.
This time it is Chicago O'Hare.
Upon arriving at O'Hare as I made my way back home, I was greeted by seemingly un-air conditioned terminals.
It was 97 degrees outside.
I thought it was maybe just me, since I do tend to get hot very easily. Then I looked around and saw people fanning their faces and wiping their brows. It was annoying, but my connecting flight was boarding soon.
However, the reason that I will curse Chicago O'Hare for the rest of my days is this: My plane was stuck on the tarmac for two hours, some of the time without the airplane's air conditioner running.
O'Hare, the international airport infamous for its long delays, has lived up to its reputation. It is an airport that crams too many flights into its schedule and then wonders why it doesn't work.
From the bottom of my heart, f*ck you, Chicago O'Hare.