Three hours.
That’s how long I have to kill before my rebooked flight home from LAX. Three hours may be a small part of the day for some people, but when you’re already losing another three flying east it becomes a lost day. I was supposed to get home to catch the end of the Browns game. I was supposed to lounge around in my pajamas with my dogs, checking my fantasy football team and catnapping on the couch until Daryn got home. Instead I’ll arrive when it’s already dark out which will in turn mildly depress me. Wah.
So here I sit in Ruby’s Diner with my paper cup coffee in one of the shittiest terminals I’ve seen at LAX. Half under construction with very sub-par eateries, this place is just making me even angrier that I was literally 6 minutes late to check my bag and therefor couldn’t fly home on my original flight. Even though I was there, standing in front of the gate as they are calling for boarding, they would not let me fly without my bag. I’m adding this to my list of traveling pet peeves.
I think I’m going to start documenting my aggravating airport experiences with photos and turn it into a coffee table book one day and make millions… THERE’S the lemonade.
That sucks dude! I just read something very similar to this that one of my other girlfriends was going through! What's up with airports these days! Sheesh! That's why I drive across country now! I'm sure you don't get the opportunity to do this, but, throw it by boss man, you can see the country and stop and watch your games too! xo
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