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.
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.
posted by Peter at 8:09 AM
2 Comments:
Oh, if you think that is bad, wait till I tell you some of the stories I had from last year. I was on over 150 flights, and let me tell you. Some where hell!!
Jackson is in Northwest Wyoming, South of Grand Teton National Park. My ticket "deal" had me fly from Jackson to Denver to Chicago to Detroit.
Pardon my French in the post, but it needed to be said. Curses to Chicago O'Hare.
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