Saturday, August 19, 2006

Footnote: O'Hare Strikes Again

My brother waited nearly an hour and a half on the tarmac on Friday evening in Columbus for his flight to get clearance from Chicago O'Hare to take off.

More curses to you, O'Hare.

What I'm listening to:

Chocolate - Snow Patrol
Babylon - David Gray
Please Forgive Me - David Gray

Saturday, August 12, 2006

This Speaks For Itself

From Saturday Night, by Susan Orlean:

"In the 1950's and 1960's, it wasn't as easy to come by a gun in Detroit on short notice - say, on a Saturday Night - as some people in Detroit apparently would have liked it to be, whereas an hour away, in Toledo, Ohio, there were loose gun laws and firearms for sale in most convenience stores and markets. A Saturday-night cruise out of the Motor City, topped off by the purchase of a Manstopper .22 in Toledo, became a Detroit-style date of some popularity. It was a cheap date, too, since some of these guns sold for as little as three dollars. It was around this time that people in Detroit started calling the guns "Saturday Night Specials," since Saturday was a popular time to go to Toledo to buy one..."

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Fun At the Airport (Tired, Cranky Edition)

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.