I'm on my way to feature at Blush Gentlemen's Club in Pittsburgh, except for the part where I'm not actually on the plane. I blame Delta, naturally. No Delta flight ever goes well for me. They are evil and if it weren't for the armed security guards at the customer service counter I'm convinced there would be riots.
I got to the airport an hour ahead of time, like I always do, but I hadn't looked closely at my itinerary and didn't realize it was a Delta flight. My bad. If I had realized it was Delta and not any other airline I would have shown up two hours early. That's what I told the customer service agent anyway. The truth is I generally block any attempts at booking Delta flights long before it gets to this point.
That hour was not enough according to the skycap. He argued with every single person ahead of me in line and the added conversation shaved valuable minutes off of my hour of padding. When he finally called me to the counter I'd been waiting 15 minutes. He told me I could no longer check my bags. We argued, like everyone before me. I got in a new line.
And then I waited. And waited. And waited. My ride came back to the airport. Finally they called me forward, where they switched me to a 1:40 am flight, apologized, and charged me $60 in baggage fees. I hate them.
So now I'm sitting here waiting again. I have two hours to kill and even the bar is closed. It's a good thing they're suppressing dissent with police power.