A Lesson in Communication

I'm sitting at Gate C18 in the Philadelphia airport this evening waiting for my 8PM flight to Hartford. Right across the way at Gate C17 is the delayed 6:30 flight to Hartford, which was scheduled to leave at 7:30. I thought about trying to get a seat on the earlier flight, but what is 30 minutes? Especially when 7:30 could become 9 very easily at Philadelphia International Airport.

Just as the other flight to Hartford closed up shop at 7:20, the person running our gate informs us that due to bad weather conditions, the incoming flight that we are waiting for is delayed. In fact, it has not even left fucking North Carolina yet. Our flight was now scheduled to leave at 9:45. Thanks for telling us now since it's too late to try to go standby on the other Hartford flight. Way to serve your customers, USAir. You suck.

It's midnight and I've had a long three days of work in Philly. Furthermore, I had to share my row on the flight tonight with an Ohio State fan. And tomorrow's commute is going to suck since it's really icy outside right now. Blah blah blah.

I'm done complaining now. Goodnight.