Day two of my messy international trip found my lake-jumper arriving 2 hours late. Despite sprinting through the airport we missed our connection to Tokyo by ten minutes. An army sergeant from our flight led the way, ironically running (literally) into a group of marines as we dashed towards gate B16, but it was to no avail. We ended up in the domestic Red Carpet room on the verge of arguing with one of the agents at the counter. Paul knows the system (he worked on programming the SABRE system, the inane computer they type in for 20 minutes before they tell you there's nothing they can do), and was forceful enough to get her supervisor in the room. The supervisor promised to make things work, and he's standing here right now. So BRB.
Fucking awesome. So here is the deal. We are flying to LA tomorrow and then to Kuala Lumpur. I have pictures, but Paul wants to go to the Delta Crown Room where we can get free drinks. So I will get online in a few minutes and show you where we've been standing around for the last few hours.
Fucking awesome. So here is the deal. We are flying to LA tomorrow and then to Kuala Lumpur. I have pictures, but Paul wants to go to the Delta Crown Room where we can get free drinks. So I will get online in a few minutes and show you where we've been standing around for the last few hours.
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