There is my big ass black bag being held hostage by American Airlines
When I say to you my life is a comedic tragedy, I'm not playing. It is. I often have to laugh at the cards I'm dealt to prevent the inevitable black out from coming to past.
Thursday was one of my best girl's birthday. We've been talking about this trip to Miami since as long as I've met her sister who lives out there. It was the perfect time and after the last couple of weeks I felt I deserved to be buzzed out of my mind somewhere looking cool on South Beach. It's probably obvious at this point this didn't happen.
My girl JV and I had planned everything that had to do with getting to the airport drama free; how we were splitting the tab at the bar, on the plane and when we got there, how fast we would need to to change as soon as we landed to go to Wet Willies. Everything under our control went as planned; cab ride to LGA went with out a hitch, security and bag check went smoothly, all because of the systematic approach to our friendship which in essence is to pay it forward.
Well let me just say this, American Airlines fucked up everything! Not only did we spend my homie's birthday in the LGA airport waiting for a delayed flight originally to be departed at 7:35 pm, they decided at 12 a.m. that the flight was cancelled. Yeah that's right, cancelled, and the next flight was for 5 a.m. So you see, by this time I was more than patient and my cup ran over way past capacity. I had been drinking and I "blacked out" right there on the spot. It didn't even matter at that point because airport security was gone. I cussed the gate agent because she had the nerve to be annoyed that everyone was annoyed with her employer. I didn't give a fuck, she was the face of American Airlines and she had to catch it.
American Airlines customer service sucked so badly and the gate agents were so unprofessional and asinine to assume people would take a cancel flight in stride, it was just plain ignorant of them. One night in Miami was done and after serious consideration we decided to cancel the weekend trip all together. Fast forward a hour and a half, after getting "serviced" at the gate to get a cab voucher. We go downstairs to pick up our bags only to find they've been locked up in their baggage claim office and they were closed until the crack of dawn. (see the awful pic). I was losing on so many levels I could have broke down on my knees to pray for a sign that made the beginning of this terrible weekend make sense. Maybe the Creator wanted me home in case this shit was ending Saturday. I still haven't figured out what the hell was going on in the universe to cause all this mishap. I didn't get home until to 5:30 am after being in the airport since 4:50 pm. I lost a PTO for this bullshit. It was insane and quite frankly, I'm still sore about it.
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