Why I hate traveling
Over the past 4 - 5 years, it has gotten harder and harder to travel. I’m not sure why this is but it is. I’m currently chillin’ in the Atlanta airport. Originally, I was schedule to fly into Atlanta at 10 something this morning. I was flying out at 11 something. I would be at home by 1 pm at the latest. I got an e-mail last night from Delta so that I could check it. During the check in process I found out the one of my flights was cancelled. After 45 minutes on the phone with someone who spoke English as their second language, I had a new schedule. I would have to get up at the crack of dawn but I would be at home even earlier. I was going to be a pain to get up at Oh-dark thirty but it would work out.
I arrive at the airport just before 7 am. I’m almost 2 hours early. Thank god because my connecting flight was cancelled. There is a snow storm that was going to hit Atlanta and Delta was canceling flights from about 10am - 4 pm. Nothing in or out of Atlanta. Well, that leaves me with over 10 hours of chillin’ at the Atlanta airport.
Oh, there were several options but none of them were good. The best was the suggestion by the ticket agent who asked if I wanted to drive to Daytona Beach and fly out of there verses flying out of Jacksonville. I asked if he was serious. I thought that was a crazy idea.
Welcome to my world.
