I'm Home

Well, I got home yesterday. I was tired after I spent longer in Houston than I thought I would for a retarded reason. First of all, I was flying from Houston to Austin. Which by plane is about 34 minutes. So anyways, we get half way to Austin (we were flying for nearly 20 minutes) when the captain came on and said "Uh, people, we have a problem..."

Fuck... He told us that the landing gear had not went up completely and the company (Cuntinental Airlines) told the pilot to take us back to Houston. That's right... We were halfway to Austin and we had to turn around. Which, by the way, took longer considering we had to fly past Houston and pull a 180 to land at the airport. So that took about 30 minutes. So far, I am 50 minutes late.

Once we get to the airport we get off the plane and they tell us we'll get another one soon. We watch the crew board about ten minutes later and we thought all was good. But no. They had to "cater the plane." The fuck!? It's a 30 minute flight! I don't want to get served peanuts and water if it means waiting that much longer! Thirty fucking minutes pass by. The crew calls the people working the desk and say "A little longer we're still catering the plane."

RAGE. Thirty minutes and they didn't finish? Even the workers at the desk are pissed and one guy even goes to tell the captain just to let us on the fucking plane. So finally, five minutes later, they start to board. The plane takes off and all is good. But here is the part I don't get. Their idea of "catering" was walking down the aisle with a trash bag full of pretzels and peanuts. That's fucking it. Not even any drinks. What the fuck were they doing those thirty minutes? Jerking off?

Well. That's all for today. I'll actually talk about video games again tomorrow. I figured this story might entertain some of you guys.