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[wickedflea]

So I got on the plane and waited for them to get clearance to take off. And waited. And waited. And waited until they deplaned us so we could be more comfortable while they waited to be rerouted. It was at that point that I realized, man, there's no fucking way I'm going to make my connecting flight in Cincinnati. So I talked to the ladies at the counter, and they reassured me that no, there was no fucking way I was going to make my connecting flight in Cincinnati, and to make matters worse, there were no more flights to Birmingham tonight.

So I'm at home, dude. Right now I'm scheduled for a 6 a.m. flight out of here tomorrow and to finally arrive in B'ham at 9:30. But that's still an hour's drive from Tuscaloosa. So I guess the guy who was going to pick me up tonight could still pick me up then and we'd push the interview back--I dunno. He doesn't have his cell on, so I haven't been able to talk with him yet.

Assfucked assfucked assfucked assfucked.

Comments

[carocrow.livejournal.com]

Oy.

Well, it is not your fault. So just put a cork in your ass and say no.

Who knows, maybe this plane would have blown up, or sumpin'. So you go tomorrow.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Yap. Would've liked not to have to interview right off the plane, but oh well. We'll see what happens.

[carocrow.livejournal.com]

As long as you don't show up like that Chris Farley character Matt Foley the motivational speaker, everything will be fine.

Ludes, dude. But only halfers. :-p

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

It'll be mighty hot down there and I'll be wearing a jacket, so I might just start sweatin' like Foley. Ludes will definitely be in order. ;)

[carocrow.livejournal.com]

Good luck, my friend!