Bitch-list
I'm on a short trip this week; I'll be back home tonight, good lord willin' and the creek don't rise.
Here's a list of everything that's gone wrong so far:
1) The fountain drink dispenser at the place I went for lunch had a broken or depleted CO2 tank on it. Hence, no bubbles in my Diet Pepsi.
2) One plane was late leaving the gate because its engines wouldn't start. We were even later getting to our destination.
3) They packed three big fat guys, including me, in the same row, on an overbooked flight in which every seat was full. I looked at the guys sitting on either side of me (I was in the middle) and asked, "Who did we piss off?"
4) The same plane had to try to land twice; the first time, we were almost on the runway when we throttled up and took to the sky again. Pilot said it was because another plane was on the runway. It was a white-knuckle ride to the gate.
5) The hotel room key they gave me didn't work.
6) Once it did work, I discovered the hotel room hadn't been cleaned from the previous guests, and there was stuff everywhere -- just EWWW.
So they checked me into a new room, and that's where my luck started to change. I hooked up with some old friends, talked shop for a while, ate and drank, and generally have had a great time so far. Outside of the previous list o' bitches, that is.