And it’s not even Newark’s fault.
Here I sit in the splendid Marriott Courtyard hotel in fargin’ Newark, and not at home with my wife and kids like I was supposed to be… because Air Traffic Control delayed my flight into Newark on the ground in Charlotte for two hours. Causing me to miss my connection.
And Continental, which sucks, by the way, didn’t comp me a room. Because it’s not their fault we were late.
I’m not convinced.
I’m waiting for my Courtyard Burger and slice of Key Lime pie (with glass of milk) to be delivered by room service, so I can go to sleep on a full stomach to be awakened at four am so I can catch the 6:30 to Boston so I can go to work in my office, which is where I was on Sunday. And on Monday I had to get up at 4 am to catch the 6:30 to Newark.
It’s so symmetrical it makes me wanna puke. Maybe that’s the Courtyard Burger, travelling backwards in time to punish me now for the crimes I’m about to commit against it in ten minutes.
Oops, not ten minutes, now, it’s here, gotta go…
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Sobriety is contraindicated. Senor! Tequila, por favor!
May I point out that the cause of your frustrations is Air Traffic Control, a socialized bureaucracy?
Other nations (e.g. Canada) have privatized their ATC functions, and seen improvements in throughput and timeliness.
It makes perfect sense: right now you’re just sitting there, raging against the machine. You could send a letter, but it would be used to wipe some government employee’s ass.
If a few different companies offered ATC around different cities, you could at least write a letter to your airline, CC the Newark ATC folks, and rant.
Btw, your daughter’s ballet recital is at 9:30 today. Go do that, instead of work, so that I don’t have to. ;)
Jeebus. If a socialist workers paradise like Canada has privatised their air traffic control system, what does that say aboot the USA?