He missed the gawd damn flight.....grrrrrrr
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I just got a call from Bro. A...the mofo missed his gawd damn flight. We had a loooong ass conversation yesterday about this via messenger. He was trying to go get his haircut at 12 then drive the two hour drive to Nashville to make his 3:50 flight. I told him that he needed to leave Knoxville at 12 not try to get his haircut. That was cutting it too close especially since he had to go pick up the person that was dropping him off at the airport. Why for the love of God don't men listen???? I told him that he needed to be at the airport at 1.5 hours ahead of time. Most airports recommend 2 hours before your flight leaves. And since I have missed my share of flight I know that they don't play when they say to be their ahead of time. They re-booked Bro. A on a flight that would not get into Sac until tomorrow at 8:00 PM!! Since that would have ruined the whole baseball plans and our trip to SF I told him to go and check see if they could change the arrival city to SF, Oakland or San Jose. They were trying charge an obscene amount of money to do that. But he was able to find a flight that would get him in Sac at 11:00 am tomorrow morning instead of 8:00 pm. So I guess that will have to do. He is going to be mad when he gets here and I stick my size 9 foot up his ass for not listening to me. Bro. A has been procrastinatin all week about getting his haircut and I told him to just wait and I would take him to my cousins shop and have him cut his hair. But Men don't listen...now he is stuck in Nashville's airport cause the girl who dropped him off is out and about riding in his car and she doesn't have a cell phone so he has no way of getting in contact with her. Plus, as soon as he gets off the plane we are off to SF, shit I paid my good money for these fucking baseball tickets and I am not missing this game. He will probably be tired of traveling...but oh well. He will have to suck it up and endore the 1.5-2 hour dirve to SF. I'm trying to get into the city by three before all the crazy, bayarea weekend traffic hits. I don't want to say that's what he gets...but well you know, that's what he gets. Maybe next time he will listen to me. Now I have to fight off these nerves for another day. FUCK!!! |
2:14 p.m. || September 11, 2003 |
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