America West Airlines sucks giant hairy donkey dicks.
The visit with my family was wonderful, and I got to see many old friends on my last night before going back (thank you for everything, J. and D.!!!!). Got up early to be at the airport at 5:00 am for a 6:00 am flight. That flight was cancelled due to mechanical failure (“well, we can use compressed air to start the engine tubines, but if an engine failed during the flight, we wouldn’t be able to restart it, so we’re not going to risk it.” No shit.). The next one at 11:20 was cancelled as well. There was another later that afternoon, but since I would have long missed my Continental flight back to the UK, I was faced with staying overnight in an airport, and waiting all day to catch a flight at 8:30 pm the next day. Not an option. Continental wouldn’t switch my ticket to another airline. So, in desperation and with an intense desire to be back home, I bought a one-way ticket on British Airways for $1300. Ouch. Big ouch. But I AM here. :)
At one point, on the jump from Medford to Phoenix, we had finally made it onto a working plane, which was late but I had just enough time to make my transfer to the UK flight, when a very odd woman in front of me lost her balance and sat down hard in her seat. She evidently sat on the seatbelt buckle, and started to scream. Not only scream, but she fell into fetal position on the aisleway, rocking back and forth and howling. I stood there, holding my heavy laptop and heavier carryon, looking down at her with an almost overwhelming desire to just start kicking her. lol…sounds horrible, but I knew that crazy woman was going to delay us enough for me to miss my flight back home, and I wanted to plant the tip of my Converse-clad foot in her ass so hard. It was a very long day.
It’s very good to be back home. I don’t think I’ve stopped touching Phil for five minutes since I’ve been back. :)