Northworst for a reason

*shines spotlight on stupid*

I didn't really have a good time flying with Northwest yesterday. My 9PM flight out of Detroit was canceled ... at 12:15 a.m. Yes folks, nearly 3 and a half hours, 3 planes with mechanical problems and 4 different gates ... they canceled the flight. I mean, don't get me wrong, when it was announced that the first plane had mechanical problems, I really didn't feel like getting IN it, you feel me? But a second plane with mechanical problems? And then that third gate we went to ... it was an incoming flight that never came because of ... you guessed it

MECHANICAL PROBLEMS.

And the last gate they sent us to was the very last gate in the concourse. And if you know anything about Detroit metro's Northwest terminal is that the end of that "C" terminal is about as far away from here as Topeka. That bitch is HUGE. and terminal "C" doesn't have that nifty tram taking riders back and forth. So, we hoofed it - and that's where they canceled the flight.

So we had to walk through the terminal, again - go underground through the walkway ... which is longer than the yellow brick road ... to where? Terminal fucking "A" - not to baggage claim. To another fucking terminal. Because you can't just fucking get there from here. So, I traipse through that terminal too and head outside where we all stand waiting on the Marriott shuttle. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And there it is! We fill that bitch to the gills except there one more person than there are seats. So who stands? JACK stands. We finally get to a hotel to get a room, and where do they fucking put me? Two doors down from the end of the building.

This morning, my foot fell off.

So, I hobble my way to an early flight and land in Nashville to meet in baggage claim this college girl who asks if she can use my phone because she's trying to get to school and is stuck. She seemed really frustrated. I put on my professional "I'm-at-work-and-there's-nothing-wrong" facade and let her use it, ignoring the fact that I JUST plugged the mother fucker in because the battery was juiced. So, she used my phone with it charging in the outlet.

No answer. She begins to fiddle with the buttons on my phone and continues to do so while she asks, "do you have unlimited text on your phone?" Bitch, you already texing!

But it wasn't JACK! it was the professional "sure, go ahead" me and that was that. I later look at my sent texts and you know what this stupid bitch wrote:

"I need a ride ... now!"

Honey, you were using *my* phone.

Seriously, you just should've left a message identifying yourself. That was dumb.

But somebody figured it out - because s/he texted me back later asking,

"did you get a ride yet?"

Ok, now you - responding to the text. This isn't her phone, carajo. I was tempted to respond
"Hell no! Who's coming to get me?" but they had my phone number. I let it drop.

I get to do this all over again on Wednesday. yay.