Ham-fisted travel plans

Bad omens abound today. The first day back in the thick of it, and it's getting pretty thick. As a steady rain fell on the streets of San Francisco I waited for a car to the airport that never came. I hailed a taxi at 7:30am, and made it to the airport just in time to negotiate the pile-up at the US Airways counter due to a total collapse of the self service (the term just makes me think bad thoughts) machines. They all went the way of Skynet in Terminator 2 and rebelled against humanity. Shit. I managed to dodge every possible inconvenience, and make it to the gate in time to literally stick my foot in the closing gate door. The good news is that I'm settled into a window seat (having talked myself out of a middle), and I'm watching some movie about a dog that wins the Boston marathon or something as ridiculous. The bad news is that I'm flying to Charlotte where I have a 3 hour layover, and then I fly to Rochester. Also, they are sold out of shitty, $5 sandwiches on the plane so I am giving serious thought to eating one of my shoes, or the guy in 29A. I seem to be seated behind cousin it as well.
















Have a nice day.


















update: US Airways lost my bag and therefore are dicks.