« on: May 25, 2009, 01:28:55 AM »
Hello from SF. Now I am truly SFLSD.
Taking qs about how I had to actually literally run to make my connection in Charlotte because the Boston crew had their heads firmly in their rectums (recta?), almost but not quite bowling over a small female toddler on the moving sidewalk, and spending, no *&^%, the first 20+ minutes aboard the flight coughing and wheezing. Also about how I had to pee while doing all of this because I didn't make it to the bathroom on the first flight before they decided we were descending, the fuckers, (so: run run run, whoops gonna pee, walk; repeat), and how then I spent the first goddamned hour on the second flight holding it in b/c the f-ing seatbelt sign was still on, turbulence my ass, people, I am going to pee in my pants here, and then eventually said the hell with it, got up, and went to the bathroom, despite the seatbelt sign still being on (I am a rebel--but seriously, this crew was totally Mussolini about the seatbelt sign. Like, it was off for maybe 40 minutes total from Charlotte to SFO. When the hell are people supposed to go to the bathroom? Stop being so pissy, flight crew). Also about how the guy next to me totally kept farting. Gross.