I hated just about every moment of my flight from Austin to Honolulu. It wasn't just the flights themselves but the time in between, waiting at gates and rushing to gates.
The first incident …
At the security checkpoint, I was trying to get my bins of stuff in order, but this bitch behind me kept shoving the bins forward, making me lose my place. She did this three times, and when I finally reached the conveyor belt, I shoved all the bins back toward the line and got my things in order before putting them in the scanner. I turned back to the cunt, who looked up when she noticed I was looking at her. She had an "oops" smile on her face, which promptly melted when she saw the undisguised scowl on mine. I think I may have uttered, "God fucking damn it!" when I shoved the bins back. Oh, I so wanted to fucking kick her ass. As we both left the security checkpoint with our items, I murmured audible enough that I hoped she could hear, "Fucking bitch."
The second incident …
The weather reports all day warned of thunderstorms in the evening. In Austin, conditions had not really worsened but they weren't ideal either. Flights had been already diverted from Dallas, and other flights to Dallas were delayed. A few minutes before my flight to Los Angeles was scheduled to board, an announcement was made over the PA declaring all flights to Dallas canceled due to tornado activity in the area. That led to a mad scramble to reassign gates. My 6:30 p.m. flight was pushed back to 7 p.m., and we didn't actually take off till 7:15 p.m. After we were airborne, the captain introduced himself and said we would land in LA at 8:30 p.m. What? My flight to Honolulu was supposed to leave at 8:25 p.m. Fuck me. I was going to miss my connecting flight. I could only hope the flight would be delayed.
The third incident …
We landed in LA as scheduled, and when I left the gate, I went to the monitors with the departure times. My flight was pushed back to 8:40. It was 8:39 by the time I managed to get off the plane. The gate was visible from where I was, so I walked quickly. Then I heard the final boarding call for my flight, and I ran. By the time I reached my seat, I was parched. I hate having to run between gates.
The fourth incident …
I didn't really need to worry about missing my flight, as it turned out. We were delayed by a full hour as passengers from other connecting flights were also delayed. It was 9:25 by the time we left the gate. A Filipino guy was seated next to me, and the motherfucker could not keep the fuck still. He kept hogging the armrest, getting into my personal space and fidgeted all five fucking hours of the flight. I wanted to turn to him and say, "Asshole, take a fucking Dramamine!" I had already intimated one person that day, and I'm pretty sure this guy's English wouldn't have been good enough to understand what I was saying. Buying a laptop and burning some DVDs of Battlestar Galacatica Season 3 was the only thing that kept me insane.
So that was my flight from Austin to Honolulu. I don't understand people who say they love to travel.