PHL also ranks VERY high in delays and missed connections. I’ve had airline staff in other airports see that my connection was in PHL, and they rerouted me because PHL always has ATC delays.
So - you will probably be there for more than an hour. Hopefully your connecting flight will be just as delayed so you dont have to go standby on another flight.
This is getting better and better.
I am now officially dreading this trip.
Any Golden Corral restaurant, anywhere. The food is not even the worst part, it’s the other patrons that really put me off my feed.
The local pet store. They sell the good pet food and I used to like going there, but the day I went in and they were selling puppies was the day I walked out and never went back. I now drive 25 miles to buy my pet foods.
Oh, and the You Otter Stop in on Central on the way over to Northeast Minneapolis. I have a couple of friends who live in NE Mpls, so every time I visit, I have to drive by that place. I never stopped in because, you know, I had driving to do, but was frequently tempted to do so mainly because the sign suggested I should. One day I was on my bicycle and passed by it when I said to myself, “Well, I otter stop in,” and did. The otter decor was creepy enough, and the 106 year old woman who shambled over to me and scrutinized my out of state ID for what seemed like 30 minutes was mildly irritating. But hey, I’m not one of those people who gets mad when carded, especially considering how odd it must have been for me to be the youngest person in the room by quite a bit (average age appeared to be 117) with a California ID. Fair enough.
I didn’t like the place, but I didn’t dislike the place. It’s kind of shitty to look at, but I was grimy enough to go drinking at the King Edward Saloon in Los Angeles *before *they let the kids in, so I was certainly grimy enough for that place. That is, until a cockroach scurried across the barstool next to me. Ya know, I’ve heard the horror stories about roaches being in the kitchen of every restaurant I’ve ever been to, but when they’re bold enough to belly up to the bar with the rest of us, as if to request a drink, it’s time for me to go. I kept thinking there was a roach underneath my stool, or that one would crawl up my leg. I slammed what was left of my bourbon, tossed some money on the bar top, and get the heck out of dodge.
Good thing bourbon kills germs.
This isn’t so much never setting foot in a place, but after the runaround I got for trying to get a recently-bought defective TV remote repaired or replaced, I vowed never to buy an electronic appliance from Circuit City again.
I guess I showed them.
Kalamazoo, MI.
Went there for a weekend to hang out with a friend, who at the time was a graduate student at Western Michigan. Let’s see here:
Before I even got to his place (drove there from out of town):
I should have taken those 3 things as a warning to go home, but didn’t. That night, we couldn’t go to the nearby bar because the bouncer at the door held a grudge against my friend. The whole time he was telling my friend he didn’t want to see him again there for a while, you could tell he was trying to hold back a smile. So we walked a couple miles to the next nearest bar (we didn’t want to drive).
The next morning, I got a parking ticket because they don’t let you park on that side of the road. I could see sign down the road on that side. My fault; I’ll pay it; not a huge deal. I moved my car to the other side of the road.
The next night we went bar hopping again. First bar was fun. Second one was a ways away. When we got to the door:
DOUCHEBAG BOUNCER: I can’t let you in.
ME: Why?
DBB: Why?! This ID is fake" peels half the lamination off it
ME: Hey, what are you DOING? Yeah, a corner of it was starting to peel. But look at the date. It’s getting old. The license is almost at the end of its 4 years.
DBB: I gotta confiscate this.
ME: No way man, I need that to drive!
DBB: It’s fucking fake!
ME: No, it’s real. I drove 5 hours here, and if you want to get a policeman here to confirm that it’s real, let’s just do that right now.
DBB: hands it back Fine, but get out of here.
The next bar was fun (they let me in despite HALF of the lamination now being torn off my license). Then we walk home, and about two blocks from back at his place, this car slows down and we get beaten up by a car full of people that must have been coked up or something. Causes a black eye for a week. The fun part was all the people at work the next week asking why I really had a black eye. Or when I told the story: come on, Engineer Dude, what really happened? You must have done something to provoke the fight. Um, nope - they just saw two vulnerable people out walking at night. The best part was when I’d tease someone, and they’d say watch it or I’ll give you another black eye to match the first one. Good joke, but I think it was funnier the 20th time.
The next morning I told my friend it was nice seeing him, but I may never come back to his college. He told me he understood and he’d try to visit me somewhere else (we have a few times in other places since).
So I’m getting in the car about to leave and, what’s this? ANOTHER FUCKING PARKING TICKET. “Wrong side of the street” was marked on this ticket, which left me scratching my head. After studying the signs I finally got down to the truth of the matter. One side of the street allowed parking Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. The other side: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
Man, I wish this was the pit, so I could use certain choice words to describe Kalamazoo, Michigan. :mad:
EDIT: Oops, looks like I already did. Make that MORE certain choice words.
Too true, my man. Too bad my entire frigging family still lives there and I kinda HAVE to go back every so often. I spend the three days (the longest I can stand to be there - if I could stay for a shorter time, I would) with my head down, holding my breath, and talking to nobody but my family.
Las Vegas, for a number of reasons.
What the shit? Did they say anything to you first? Did they follow your or name-call, or did they just pull over and start wailing on everybody?
They didn’t say anything first. There was a car full of four, and it was only two that got out and starting whaling on us. The other two subdued the guy that was going after my friend. Then, my friend, who’s roughly 6-1/2 feet (and taller than me or my attacker) yelled, “Hey, what are you doing man?” to my attacker. My attacker backed off after he saw how tall my friend was.
So yeah, after calming the two attackers down, the other two in the car offered a very weak “apology” and told us if we ever messed with them again they’d “fuck us up.” 
And OF COURSE, they got back into the car quickly and the car was too far away and it was too dark to get a license plate number. :mad:
Holy Scotch… And here I am griping about dirty airports and cheesy bars.
Have to agree with the heat, the airport, and the creepy pamphlet guys. But the law says underage people can’t loiter in gambling areas, and there are signs posted at every entrance quoting the statute. Security officers are trained to inform people of this and insist minors get off the casino floor, and have no problem escalating the situation to an eviction if they think you’re not listening. Better to evict someone than get a fine from gaming control. I suspect someone in your party got defensive when instructed to remove you from the gambling area.
Also, there is nowhere in the world you can find more fine dining establishments than vegas. If you ate shitty food here, it’s certainly not because shitty food is the only thing available.
I don’t smell the gas fumes here in the SGV…but that’s probably because I smell wildfire smoke fumes instead.
I’d like to move too.
Yeah, I’ll muddle through Philly just fine.
Blockbuster. Haven’t been in years, and never will again.
That place was deliberately designed to be non-user-friendly.
It was such a relief to join Netflix.
I loved Philly, but that airport was (quite literally) a hot mess. If I could only teleport there, I’d go more often.
Except I won’t even get to see Philly. Just the hot mice.
Ha ha! Well… at least you (probably) won’t be physically assaulted.
Alamo Rent-A-Car. The last time I used them was 14 years ago. To this day, if I am ever granted a live TV interview, I will preface it by admonishing viewers to never, ever rent from Alamo.