11-11-2008, 06:03 PM
First of all, priceline SUCKS! I was booked a roundtrip with one layover and three flights were on US Air, the first was on United. Actually, it was on Ted. They've dropped the UNI, along with any semblance of service. Ted SUCKS! I got to SFO 2 hours early (when you look like me, you expect delays at security). I got to US Air and they sent me to Ted. You know the SFO horseshoe? Ted and US Air are on the opposite ends. After spending over an hour in line, Ted said I wasn't in the system and managed to get me a ticket with 5 minutes to spare. Of course, there was no way I could get thru security to the gate in 5, besides Ted overbooked the flight by 30+ people, so I was bumped to the next flight along with 25+ people that didn't get squeezed on the previous flight. I walked the horseshoe 4x and made 2 O.J. dashes to the gate (the 2nd was successful). It was 6+ hours before I actually boarded a plane. Ted basically screwed US Air via priceline. 'yea, sure, we'll book that first flight'. I wound up on US Air all the way. US Air has removed all films and music to 'save fuel'. It's $2 for any drinks, $5 for a snack box that's smaller than a lunchable and $7 for a salad worse than McD's. It's no fun to fly anymore.
But back to ATL, one of the worst airports in the world. I had this horrid flashback on the way back. I thought I hadn't been to ATL since '97 when I was out for the same tournament. Then I realized I was there for a layover earlier this year, but had nicely blocked it out of my mind. Dammit. Now I'll have to drink more to drown that memory.
Atlanta still has that echo of segregation with the white metropolitan and the black ghetto perimeter. When there's money and poverty so close, there's a ton of strip clubs. I got to ride the Marta (the art in marta is the same as bart for those of you lucky enough to never have to be in Atlanta) and got to see some black dude get slammed to the pavement by three cops at one station. The nice part is that it's only about $2 to get anywhere one-way on marta.
Also, since it's the home of Coke, you can't get anything to drink but Coke and Coke products like Minute Maid. Vitamin water? That stuff gives me the trots. The food is total southern fried grease. I was feeling bloated just watching others eat breakfast.
There's nothing like that first breath of fog and plane fuel when you step off a plane coming home to SFO.
But back to ATL, one of the worst airports in the world. I had this horrid flashback on the way back. I thought I hadn't been to ATL since '97 when I was out for the same tournament. Then I realized I was there for a layover earlier this year, but had nicely blocked it out of my mind. Dammit. Now I'll have to drink more to drown that memory.
Atlanta still has that echo of segregation with the white metropolitan and the black ghetto perimeter. When there's money and poverty so close, there's a ton of strip clubs. I got to ride the Marta (the art in marta is the same as bart for those of you lucky enough to never have to be in Atlanta) and got to see some black dude get slammed to the pavement by three cops at one station. The nice part is that it's only about $2 to get anywhere one-way on marta.
Also, since it's the home of Coke, you can't get anything to drink but Coke and Coke products like Minute Maid. Vitamin water? That stuff gives me the trots. The food is total southern fried grease. I was feeling bloated just watching others eat breakfast.
There's nothing like that first breath of fog and plane fuel when you step off a plane coming home to SFO.
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