It's 5:21 AM and we're sitting in the Atlanta Airport
We've been here since 11:40 last night. When we arrived after a long delay out of JFK, our connecting flight had long since departed. The Delta desk clerk explained that there were no hotels but that we would enjoy dinner and breakfast certificates good at any restaurant in the airport. Somehow this is significantly less charming than Tom Hanks' time spent in an airport in The Terminal. It's really one joke after another. Nothing is open...not even a bar. The bright lights and blaring TVs are on all night. Construction and cleaning crews are working. We slept on the floor at our gate and the cleaning lady literally vacuumed around us. And she was annoyed.
Oh and my brand new Motorola Q inexplicably stopped working. I'm thinking of peeing on something before I leave.
Oh and my brand new Motorola Q inexplicably stopped working. I'm thinking of peeing on something before I leave.
posted by Carol at 5:26 AM
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I have friends in Atl. you could have stayed with ... just sayin.
The Atlanta airport sucks. I got stuck there for 5 hours on the way home from Munich 2 years ago. You have my complete sympathy
Carol, Ces,
Don't forget to flush the heroine that is hidden inside your colons if the dogs sniff you out!
I hope the authorities don't read this site.
Have a great trip!
Sean
Welcome to Atlanta! I hope you enjoyed your stay.
Any airport that you are stuck in sucks. Just be glad you aren't stuck in it with your four-year-old.
Next time make sure you "mark your territory" before you lie down, and the cleaning staff will stay clear.
did they shut down the trains? because everytime I'm stuck in that airport I just kill time riding from one terminal trying to scare other people on the trains by talking nonsensically to myself. I find it wonderfully refreshing and highly recommend!
I feel your pain.
As a travel tip (from someone who travels WAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much), you need to pitch a fit. There is a hotel onsite at Hartsfield, and several others close by. Having read much of Carol's writing over the past 6 months, you missed a wonderful opportunity for fightin'.
As long as it wasn't weather-related, next time try this phrase...almost always works. "It is [insert airline]'s fault that I am here and missed my connection. Therefore it's your responsibility to fix it and provide accomodations and transportation to get there if necessary, similar to what I was expecting to stay in tonight at my final destination--which only [insert airline] is to blame for our not being there."
If that doesn't work, tell them you're pregnant and not sleeping/sleeping in a chair is not an option. Those preggos get everything.
This has all happened because you hate freedom.
-Rob
We have finally made it to sunny Gulf Shores, Alabama. My two oldest nieces have both told me that they prefer Ces to me. My only hope is to win over my youngest niece, and namesake, Merritt Ray. She's still a baby, but I will use the powers of my mind to make her like me better.
Truthfully, I didn't even feel like going through the motions of getting to a hotel, checking in, getting a crappy couple of hours sleep and then coming right back to the airport. Sleeping on the floor wasn't so bad in the end.
Carol, who will soon be drinking ice cold beer and eating something fried
P.S. Now that the travel crisis is over, my Q is working again. This gadget is either sympathetic or douchey...will find out which.
I do hope you didn't end up peeing on anything. I smell enough urine on the MARTA ride to the airport, but I can usually look forward to that ending once I actually arrive.
Sorry to hear about your disaster. Hartsfield-Jackson-Grady-Holmes-Wolfman Atlanta International Airport does still have the coolest people mover around, though.
from the photo, it appears that they have completed the ceiling in your adopted area of the Atlanta airport. on my last visit there, all the tiles were out and there were colorful tags that said "This fixture has been secured" connected to everything hanging, and all the light fixtures, conduit, etc. had been, indeed, secured by baling wire, at odd angles. It seemed like some sort of bootleg artistic statement more than a construction project. I will miss it.
Have fun in Gulf Shores. I guess there will be no "CH is only a man" this week. Alas.
Now imagine that...only in New York for thirty days. :)
The travel ordeal was all worth while once Carol started doing blueberry vodka shots at The Pink Pony Pub.
Nothing funny here: Return that Q for a new one. Some have a bad battery/power system and are never going to work well. My first Q sucked but the new one is sweetness.
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