I was really looking forward to going home today. I’ve been away for a whole week at a conference in Vermont. I’m out of clean clothes, forgot one of my phone chargers and started the day off on a wrong note. On top of all that, I’m stuck in Newark NJ because my flight home was canceled due to bad weather. For lack of anything more interesting to do, here are my random thoughts about being stuck in Newark.
- Somehow it seems as though the agents announcing flight information are in some sort of secret competition with each other. As soon as one starts to announce something, another one does too, only louder. Do you think they know this means nobody could hear a thing they just said and that’s why they have to answer so many extra questions?
- People at the Starbcucks at the St. Louis Airport were the rudest I’d ever met until I got to the one here in Newark. I miss my Starbucks at home in Columbia. Lauren, where is my barrista when I need you? No one here smiles, knows my name or asks me if I want my usual. I wanna go home.
- I really wish this woman next to me listening to rap music on her iPod would turn it down. She must be completely deaf by now. It’s so loud everyone around her can hear it and they keep giving her “the look.” You know, the one that most people would have already understood and responded to. This young woman is either completely oblivious or just flat doesn’t care. I think I think the latter is the case.
- You know the airline is trying to restore peace among angry passengers (several planeloads of them) when they set up a little stand and start passing out free snacks and water. Most people are mad enough they’ve already hit the bar for a brewski or the Starbucks for a latte. I haven’t yet decided what I’ll do. I’ll make my choice later. For now, I’m just going to sit and rest my foot.
- I apologize in advance if this offends anyone, but, there is something a bit grating about the New Jersey accent and a long story when someone is mad. There is a young lady wearing fishnet hose and too much eyeliner at the bar to my right telling a long story, using way too many hand gestures (some not so nice) and getting louder and louder. Someone at the table with her should tell her it’s not polite to yell.
- I feel sorry for the woman across from me. She and I stood in line together. She’s a single Mom who has to be back home by a particular time tomorrow to pick her three kids up from summer camp. She wasn’t as lucky as I was. She’s not going to get a flight to St. Louis until tomorrow afternoon. She’s frantically making phone calls trying to find someone who can help her with her kids till she can get home.
- I was so glad I grabbed my cell phone while I was in line and got my reservation changed. By the time a lot of people got the customer service counter there were no flights left to St Louis for the next 24 hours and they had to go stand by. I’m confirmed on the flight out this evening. 🙂
- Thank goodness for a laptop and WIFI!