Chicago BlowsOctober 2, 2006
I am sure that title is completely unoriginal, but it is new to me, therefore mildly amusing. It would be better were I not so mad.
Chicago, give it a rest, will you? I got up at 4am today to work an off-day -- I was excited ALL day because Lala was coming home at 5:15pm. We were going to get burritos. Then the flight got delayed. Until 8pm. Then 11pm. Then 1am. Then she sat ON THE RUNWAY for three hours, watching the rain, before they unloaded them again.
Her flight is now cancelled, nothing leaving until 2pm tomorrow! And the hotels are now full, so they've given her a cot. I could barely hear her for the blaring announcements, so I'm sure she'll rest well there.
She's sick as a dog. When she called, I didn't recognize her voice, it's so far gone. She rarely gets sick, and when she does, she's SICK, so this is awful.
All because Chicago is having something called "weather." What, you can't fly in the rain? Come on, don't go all L.A. on us here. You people are supposed to know what to do in "weather."
And I know my rights. I went to the Weather Channel to see if a hurricane had hit, and sure enough, there was RAIN listed with 16mph winds. Sixteen. Okey-dokey. So I clicked on further info, for Warnings and Watches, and I was only told, "No warnings in affect for this location."
Effect, Chicago. It's effect. Buy the right vowel, okay?
Actually, it's not even Chicago's fault, when it comes right down to it. It's American Airlines janky-assed attempt at running an airline. If I pay $875 for a ticket, and you charge me $5 for a dry turkey sandwich, with no apologies? You get me home on time. All I'm saying.