I hate Flying.

Really.

I absolutely hate it.

I used to hate it cus it terrified me.

Well, it still does terrify me, but that's not why I hate it now.

I hate it because my flight got delayed over an hour. Why? I'm not sure. All the sudden we got moved to a different terminal. When we got there, our departure time was an hour later.

Their reason? "staff was late".

So, I had a connecting flight in Vegas ((from where I'm currently writing this)) that was timed with my first flight.

The staff being late caused me to miss my flight and get stuck in Vegas.


Or....It would have, if my Vegas flight wasn't a half hour late.

Why are airlines allowed to do this? I can understand weather causing delays...but because STAFF is late, you are going to make X amount of people late, for who knows what? Marriages, buisness meetings, vacation, family.....
And the passengers can't do a thing about it.



So, now this connecting flight just happened to be over an hour late as well. Was supposed to leave at 9:50, its 10:40 now, and the passengers JUST started filing off past me.

Im just really upset and frustrated.

I was supposed to have my choice of beverage on the first flight. PROMISED that when I purchased my ticket. And you know what? No choice. They literally handed out dixie cups they poured water into from a bottle.

When I got to the Vegas airport, I asked for directions...the guy who gave me directions....told me to go the opposite way I needed to go.

Really, it feels like all the cards were against me....except that my connecting flight was late.

So i was saved from one airlines tardiness by another airlines lateness. I don't know if that's irony or karma or good luck or bad....I guess I'm glad I don't have to camp out in Vegas overnight, as at some point I would've ended up trying one of the numerous flashing machines that litters the corridors....but I still feel wronged by this.

Not to mention I barely have eaten today, my bloodsugars low, and I'm a bit dizzy.

I shouldn't complain so much, but it's been a rough day.

And all my friends are at CV...

I met a couple GOING to CV though. Once again, my star wars shirt was a conversation starter. The girl was very pretty ((and pregnant, so a bit...'glowy')), but most important, loved star wars. Her dad dresses up as Dash Rendar!

I want a girl like that.

But it was nice to have someone to talk to while we waited for the plane to leave. The people seemed friendlier in the Salt Lake airport. Here everything is dark and dingy, and the people seem closed off and hostile.

Sigh. Boarding time just got pushed back another ten minutes.

I'm going to go find a water fountain, cus I am NOT buying 4 dollar bottled water from the ONLY open store in this airport.