No, not drunk. Wasted four hours of my life at the airport in Santa Barbara, and I’m still not in Vegas. No snowstorm, no equipment problems. No, this time, it was a medical emergency. Apparently, someone on the incoming flight from Phoenix (delayed! Why can’t America West ever fly through their hub without delays?!) had TB. They don’t have the equipment needed to clean the plane properly in Santa Barbara, so they cancelled the flight. It’s probably for the best. One day of hassle isn’t worth a lifetime of problems, but dammit. They could have told us an hour earlier than they did… and not taken two hours to get everyone booked on another flight.

Oh, and the only direct flight they could get me on was the same flight tomorrow… getting in at 10:20pm. So instead, I have to connect through LAX. At least it’s on American Eagle, not America West. Why do I keep making the mistake of flying with them? I really thought a direct flight would have been fine.

So now, I have to go get three hours of sleep, and get back to the airport at 5am. Hopefully, I’ll see everyone soon.

Dammit.

Share