guy at the bar in the admiral’s club was taking loudly on his phone, so I could help but overhear him tell the person on the other end that he’d rather be doing anything than waiting on another fucking plane. right on.

I have a huge bruise above my left kidney which was obtained during my million hour flight from Philly to Dallas on Thursday. It is the direct result of the soul sucking jerk, next to whom I was seated, digging his bony little elbow into my body. If I was 135 lbs, I’d post a photo, but I’m not so I won’t

okay, so never it is a good idea to share a taxi with a stranger … even though it’s being driven by a stranger … adding another stranger to the mix is just dumb. I could have been a statistic. and i don’t want to die in Dallas a la JFK

only in coach would the guy in the middle, next to me, have some sort of oozing situation on his hand on which he sucked during what turned out to be a 5.5 hour flight from PHL to DFW

flight is so late now that I can’t even get home tonight. why couldn’t they have told me this hours ago? i have been on a plane, in Philly, on the tarmac, for 90 minutes. in regular coach. tired, hungry and smooshed. fucking bullshit. so glad the crew is getting paid while we’re stuck out here like animals. did I mention coach? what an awful week. dallas here I come. again. a cruel joke.

it may be what is for dinner

my sweet little iPhone has made a new friend at the airport.  a lovely british man’s suitcase on top of which she is currently resting as she charges back up.  the outlet just freed up and she thinks she may have avoided legionnaire’s disease for the time-being

ps.  the mophie batteries work like magic.  however, given her current “delayed” status, she figured it’s best to stock up on juice while she can.

never fails.  philly likes to take me in and not let me go.  i typically don’t have too many issues getting here … it’s when i leave that the drama starts.  so here i sit, in a chair that would be more comfortable if it was covered in upside-down thumbtacks, waiting for another flight, to another city, to another time zone, so i can do it all over again.  i had a bad feeling about today’s flights; monday’s were too easy.  i packed pjs, extra panties and a clean tee shirt.  i figured that would be enough insurance against missing my connection to LAX.  so far it looks like i should have packed more panties and like 3 more outfits.  it’s not looking good.

btw, the admiral’s club in the philly airport has closed, but members have access to the british airways lounge … (which has a british toilet, but i digress).   would it kill the lounges to wake up and realize that it’s 2012 and every passenger going through here has at least one item that will eventually need recharged?  i am more likely to contract legionnaires disease than to find a free outlet in this joint.  is that why the bar is open in here?  to kill the legionnaires germs?

philly TSA is probably one of the worst teams in the country. i have had words with them many time. today, one of them actually recognized me. good times. when I went through, one of the agents gave me a lot of trouble about one of my bags. she wanted me to lay it down on the belt; I wanted it in a bin because it’s fabric and the belts are filthy. she relented, but rearranged my bag several times to make it “as flat as possible.” i got through security an found this in my bag. so much for a sterile area

worst major airport ever