I just got back from a trip across country, so I got alot to bitch about.
Jesus Christ, where do I start.
First the dick-head taxi driver to the airport. We called for one figuring hailing one in the suburbs at 6:00 in the morning would be fruitless. The asshole took almost a half an hour to get there. And when he does, he damn near ran my wife over.
“The airport please, our flight leaves in 30 minutes.”
He takes off in the exact opposite direction of the airport.
“Hey, dude, where you going? I said the airport.”
“Ya ya, airport. I know. I take you now.”
20 minutes into a trip that should have taken 10, we arrive at the airport and sprint for our plane. Made it whew
Now to the car rental. We called to make a reservation, obviously. Now I must explain. I’m not a wealthy man. I work with what I got, and what I got is a debit card. Debit not Credit. When making the reservation I specifically asked if a debit card would be acceptable.
“No problem, sir” - Beautiful.
Now here we were at the rental counter.
“I’m sorry sir, we don’t accept debit cards.”
Fuck!
Manager was no help either. Totally took it up the ass. I don’t want to name names but the company’s initials are Hertz.
Onto the Budget desk. They were cool. At first. Everything checked out, Debit card? Ok. Weekly deal, with a discount? No problem. Now here’s the pisser. When they run the card for a 275 dollar charge, they must ok it for over $300. That’s understandable. But my daily limit on the card is $300. And getting $40 travelling money in the morning doubly screwed me over. We had to rent the car for two days, at the daily rate I might add, and extend it once my daily limit cleared. The total charge ended up being almost as much as the fucking plane tickets.
Then I had a great vacation.
Now for the return flight. Holy Christ I just want to fucking kill some people!
We extended our vacation by a day, worked it out with the airline, no problem we have a flight for you on Monday. But their idea of an acceptable plan was to fly us to LaGuardia, and then shuttle us by bus to JFK for the cross-country flight. It took an hour and a goddamned half to go 5 miles through 5:00 NYC traffic. There we are, me and my wife, all our luggage dragging behind us, sprinting through arguably the strangest place on the fucking earth - JFK - only to get to our plane 5 minutes before it took off.
And to top it off, the seats they got for us were the absolute last fucking row on the plane, right next to the toilets, and the galley, and the ice machine. It was fucking freezing, and loud! And since we were last in the plane, we got served dinner last. Now I know airplane food sucks, but I was hungry. I knew the Chicken with the Rosemary demi-what-the-fuck-glaze, would be excretible, so I was looking forward to the steak-like substance they offered. Wouldn’t you know it the last steak went to the selfish bastard sitting in front of me.
Jesus Jumping Christ on a popsicle stick, I’m never leaving my house again.
Well maybe at Christmas.
I feel better now.