Friday, October 26, 2007

Deadspot, Chicago, the Past, Redux

One advantage to blogging from the past: I can blog from the runway.

That part where they parked the plane and turned off the engines? That was a little more like it, but please. I have Naked Raygun on my iPod and I packed two books for the flight. You’ll have to do better than that, fates.

So here’s the deal. In New York, you don’t have to know simple arithmetic in order to be an air traffic controller. Good to know, if you’re not mathematically inclined. Apparently the assholes at Laguardia aren't sure which number is bigger: the number of flights they've scheduled or the number of gates available.

Instead, our departure time was delayed by an hour, and then after we pulled away from the gate, they shut down the engines so we can park here for 45 minutes while they sort things out in New York.

Really, bring some fire and brimstone next time. This is just sad.


Coaster Punchman said...

Oh, the airlines can do much more than that to f*ck up your life. Trust me.

lulu said...

NR cures a lot of ills. I was blasting it last night.

deadspot said...

I know, CP, it's like the fates were just phoning it in this trip. I was disappointed in their work.

I'm blasting it right now, Lulu. We may make poor gods, but we're poor gods with excellent taste in music.

Writeprocrastinator said...

Did you have to go through the bowels of LaGoud-ia to get your luggage?

deadspot said...

Actually, it was painless, WP. I think the horsemen on this trip were temps. I was literally at the first luggage carousel, and they didn't even bother with the folding, spindling, or mutilating. Amateurs.