My hatred for airports only grows...
Jul. 29th, 2006 08:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indigo_rose99 One hour. In line. Waiting for a ticket agent to show up. An hour. No seats. Cannot leave my luggage. Cannot lose my place in line.
And you know what she finally said when I got up to the the ticket counter? "You are business class? You know you can go to the business class line?" She gestered across the aisle to a much shorter line (which, happily for my continuing as a peaceful non-jailed person, had been moving at exactly the same speed as my line for the previous hour).
I didn't yell. I didn't scream. I barely even growled at her.
So, then I go to try to find security, and my gate. It turns out that the security line near me is closed. The only open line is at the other end of the building. This building is so long that as I walk from one end to the other, I cannot actually SEE the other end. And it is a straight line. With nothing blocking the view.
Walking. Walking. Walking. This building is f---ing long! Walking... Once I make it through security and customs, GUESS where my gate is. ... ... No, no. Guess.
I think I walked the entire length of this airport six times. Six. *deep breath* *count to ten* *deep breath*
I have GOT to stop traveling for more than a week.
And you know what she finally said when I got up to the the ticket counter? "You are business class? You know you can go to the business class line?" She gestered across the aisle to a much shorter line (which, happily for my continuing as a peaceful non-jailed person, had been moving at exactly the same speed as my line for the previous hour).
I didn't yell. I didn't scream. I barely even growled at her.
So, then I go to try to find security, and my gate. It turns out that the security line near me is closed. The only open line is at the other end of the building. This building is so long that as I walk from one end to the other, I cannot actually SEE the other end. And it is a straight line. With nothing blocking the view.
Walking. Walking. Walking. This building is f---ing long! Walking... Once I make it through security and customs, GUESS where my gate is. ... ... No, no. Guess.
I think I walked the entire length of this airport six times. Six. *deep breath* *count to ten* *deep breath*
I have GOT to stop traveling for more than a week.
