More coherent, sane response after a partal night's sleep: Fuck Newark.
So I fly from Norfolk to Newark Wednesday, easy connecting flight. Except it's delayed like.. an hour and a half by thunderstorms. Okay, blows. Rough ride up there, the usual. My flight to Sanfran boards on time. When I board the plane it's a little cloudy. But due to the 'traffic jam' of planes trying to get out, we get delayed.. and delayed. Then all hell breaks loose. Giant ass line of severe thunderstorms! That changes direction about halfway through the fucking fiasco. The long and short of it was that after six hours of sitting on the plane (we were NEXT to take off, cocksuckers), they let us go! But tell us the flight hasn't been offically cancelled yet. Oh no. They wait ANOTHER 45 minutes for that. I get in line to talk to a customer service agent.
The line? Three -fucking- THOUSAND people long. I stay in line and call the help number. After getting through (20 minutes) on hold, they lady says she find me the last available seat to Sanfran going out of Newark.. tomorrow afternooon. Shitty, but I'll take it. The lady then puts me on hold and says she's checking one last thing.
I wait on hold another 45 minutes. I had to finally get out of the line at this point to get water and charge my phone, or else both noise devices were going to die. (Seriously, I had one sandwhich yesterday and a bit of water, I was crashing bad), a gentleman from Sydney holds my place in line so I can sit down. I get through again! It turns out the lady completed the request! And didn't tell me. Very nice.
Throughout this Ciato and Fnorder had been talking me through, which is a good thing as see above. Fnorder saves my ass massively and lets me crash at his place instead of spending another... 14 hours in the airport, which is good as I was pretty close to passing out where I stood at this point. I get directions through the airport to the taxi service, get yelled at by the cops, eventually get a taxi (15 fucking bucks), get to his place. I'm too wired to eat and too tired to sleep of course. And naturally I end up talking with Fnorder till 5am, completely fucking him over (Me as well, but that's been the theme of the day). and I'm at his place typing right now. It's 11am, I need to go eat (Still haven't eaten a meal in 24 hours) and catch the flight to sanfran.
Other stuff: The plane was *shaking* from the thunder and lightning in the last two and a half hours. At one point I thought a torando was coming through. SIX HOURS IN THE PLANE. SIX. YOU KNOW WHAT THEY GAVE US? TWO CUPS OF WATER, A BAG OF PEANUTS, AIRLINE HEADPHONES, AND FOOL'S GOLD, A KATE HUDSON ROMANTIC COMEDY. I probably will end up laughing about this later (and hopefully Ciato/fnorder will after they get sleep), but they basically bailed me out. Thanks again to both. Meeting Fnorder was really awesome. It's a damn shame he couldn't come. (Lurk less Gorha)
Oh yeah and it's raining out side right now. Oh, shit.
