Kuso
Someone I follow was down in the dumps after cancer treatment.
She said anyone have good news, please share it.
I said myself and another are going to fly to a city from our respective cities. From there, we’ll fly together to a destination city.
I booked my seat on an airline I don’t like, in the back of the plane (which I really don’t like) but I was so stoked for this trip.
This person messaged me from the middle city to ask where I was.
On the phone with my boss of the same name as said city. My flight leaves tomorrow.
Well. Lil communication snafu apparently.
I just wish I were A) there or B) on any other airline.
I did make myself feel better with a big fat seat upgrade.
Still. Just annoyed because I checked everything three times before I dropped that big fat comma on the airfare alone.
Half debating about taking an extra day while I’m out there.
I mean, let’s just say I don’t speak the language. I don’t know jack about any fucking thing because I expected to arrive alongside someone who does.
Now, fuck. If I gotta figure that out, might as well figure it all out, right?
I’m hardly mad. Like well, here we are.
So, this is not me saying I shoulda gone somewhere else then. Or spent that cash on an apartment I want to live in.
It’s more like, well, it’s GOT to be perfect from here, since the most annoying thing I could not POSSIBLY have anticipated already happened.
OK, Airline. Better measure up to Delta, though I already know that ain’t happening. So, just stay in the sky, hey? All right then, good chat.