Shit Storm

Well. I found out that getting raped in the ass is not enjoyable. At all.

I got to Chicago at around 12:20pm or so. I still had hope in my eyes that my connecting flight would have been delayed and that I would still make that. Unfortunately that was not the case in the slightest.

Aparently my only, and I mean ONLY option was to take a 6:10pm flight that arrives around 9:25pm. FUCK ME!

I complain and bitch about it, but get the fucking run around. Arg. Now I know what every single holiday traveler goes through. This shit is gay as fuck. I can't stress how frustrating it is to be told that %33 of your trip is being taken away, and you have nothing that you can do about it. No credit back, no food voucher, nothing. Shit is fucking bogus.

I complained to American Airlines, the guy told me I had to complain to American Eagle, as aparently they are both different. He also told me they don't give compensation for wetaher related delays. I went to American Eagle. They told me as well that they absolutely don't give money back for weather related delays. Both of those people informed me that my only option was to email American Airlines and request compensation. There was no phone number, and no one in the building that could grant me compensation. No other sooner flights, nothing. On top of that, they said that even emailing in that I would have a slim chance of getting anything. FUCK ME!

I went back to American Airlines and stood in line for an hour. I was told the same thing, but this time I was laughed at. I asked for a food voucher, as the first American Airlines person mentioned something about it, and I got laughed at again. Fucking rediculas.

So, whatever. I am going to email the company and complain, but I am nearly positive that nothing will come from it. I will also write and say that Robert laughed at me when I told him my flight was delayed. Perhaps I can work the emotional distress angle.

In line I met a chick that was on my flight from town. She was a cripple in an electrict cart. She was also going to San Antonio. She also got ass raped by American Airlines. We shared our woes. Good times. I thought about asking for her phone number, but there isn't really anything that we would do together in town... I mean, I would fuck her if she gave me the chance, but I don't know how cool it would be to have a cripple girlfriend. It would be terribly awkward as my apartment is on a second floor with no elevator.

After that I wondered the airport a tad looking for something to drink/eat. Food and beverages are way expensive. I stopped by at a convience store and picked up some Benadryl. I swung by a McDonalds (as they had the cheapest drinks) and got an ice cream cone (I really needed some form of treat, as I was really depressed'ish) and a large lemonade.

I then walked till I found a power plug for my laptop. The chair is unconfortable, but meh. I finished the cone and popped two of my new pills. Thought about popping a third, but decided to pass.

BTW, I could have got weed through this airport too. Once inside they never check your bags. The only question would have been San Antonio. Meh.

Now I am here. I have no internet (it is all pay to use), so my options are games. Probably play civ 2 or shandalar. Mmmmm been a while for shandalar.

Question is, my laptop last about an hour and a half. My flight is in 2.5 hours. Do I chill not plugged into power, and plug in again when it runs out, or do I chill at this shitty chair? I think I will take my chances on a chair.

Oh, I also stuffed my sweatshirt in my bag... not sure if I can fit my laptop in anymore, or if this shit will fit in overhead. Fuck it. American Airlines can suck my dick (actually, I would accept that as compensation for the delay).

At least I got my music...