
I'm flying Northwest Airlines again today. The last time this happened, I was in transit for something like 18 hours and hit 4 different cities before I reached my destination. It's all chronicled on the old blog, for those of you who like to listen to me bitch.
This time, these motherfuckers have cancelled my 6:30 flight to Baltimore, and every airline has assured me that I won't be leaving this airport until 11:30. This complicates matters somewhat, as I have appointments booked at noon in our nation's Capitol. To further compromise my sunny disposition, I've already been paid for this trip.
Oh, how I truly hate this airline. And while it does me no immediate good to expel energy seething like this, outwardly screaming "HOW MANY DICKS CAN THIS AIRLINE POSSIBLY SUCK?" in the middle of the airport will at LEAST give me a mental association that won't allow me to forget that Northwest Airlines is consistently dogshit, and they should never, ever, EVER be used for air travel.