So I’m standing in line at the airport waiting to check my bags when an announcement comes over the speaker. A different flight (to San Francisco) on the same airline that I am flying has been delayed due to fog. I don’t think twice about it until this well dressed lady behind me pipes up sarcstically, “I just looove flying United.”
Listen up you stupid fucking vacuous bimbo, United Airlines is a corporation, not a Diety. No matter how powerful your itty bitty little intellect might think they are, I can fucking assure you that they do not posses the power to affect the weather. You got that, shitmouse?
OK, now let’s take a leap of faith and assume that I’m wrong and United Airlines can violate all laws of physics and actually change weather patterns. That being true, why for the love of Christ would they do so in such a way to cause them inconvenience? Answer me that, dumbfuckicus maximus. They’re in the business of making money, not going out of their way to may your painfully insignificant life difficult.
Is this your first day on the planet or were you not aware that 1. San Francisco is a foggy city and 2. airlines don’t fly their airplanes in dangerous weather conditions? If whatever you were doing up there was so very fucking important why the fucking fuck didn’t you try to get there the day before. Quit your squealing, you fucking pig. There’s another 20 minutes that I have to spend in line in front of you and I’d rather not have to cram your Chanel bag down your gullet to shut you the hell up.
Thank you.
Haj
Bra-VO! A friend of mine used to work as a gate agent for an airline…it’s probably take him days to tell all of tales of dealing with twat-drippings like this woman. It seems there’s a certain segment of our population that feels shelling out a few hundred bucks for an airline ticket gives them the right to:
a.) bitch loudly and aggressively about any delay or snafu, regardless of how beyond control the circumstances might be (i.e. weather)
b.) froth, foam, and rage at the poor agents who have to deal with the consequences of a., as if they were feudal lords disciplining their peasants.
c.) generally behave like assholes at every possible opportunity because they are a PAYING CUSTOMER, goddamit, and fuck knows that just because they dropped a couple bills they should now be treated as if they were imperial royalty.
These, I have found, are generally the same people who ignore the “now boarding rows 27-37” call to saunter up with their row 9 ticket, and recline their seats into your lap at the earliest opportunity and keep them there for the duration of the flight. It’s really an offshoot of the “fuck the rest of the world, I’M the one who’s important here” mentality that seems to be oh-so-common these days.
Judging from the reactions I’ve gotten from various airline personnel when I was nice to them in spite of a delay, the assholes far outnumber people like me, who sure as hell don’t want to fly if they don’t want to fly.
Being a nervous flyer anyway, I try not to make it any worse than it already is.
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