Seriously?????

It has just been one of those days that is so insanely messy it reaches comic status. So in theory I should be in San Francisco right now catching my second round of flights headed to the East, but rather, I am still at the international space station (LAX) with zero sleep and an infection that seems to have an immunity to antibiotics. Before I get into this, I have to say that people at the airport are the lowliest of the human race. I'm putting out a temporary disclaimer today saying I'm not a human. Airplane travelers are so incredibly rude to the poor understaffed airline workers. People are so wrapped up in their own drama of having to be on their way to a particular location on this earth that all else falls away and airport staff are treated like dehumanized robots that can somehow control the weather, flight delays, and other miscellaneous airport crisis. I mean really, how twisted of a human being are you when you have to be an asshole to somebody else in order to make yourself feel okay. I give a nod in a big way to those who say that all people should have to work some sort of customer service shit job for at LEAST 6 months. Okay, well let me get back to my contained rant. So this morning, got to the airport, my flight from LA to SF was canceled but I was early enough to catch the one two hours prior to it. So after being given my ticket for this flight I relaxed and sat down until the customer service agent informed me that she had to take my ticket back because I was only standby and someone from the FAA had come by and needed the seat. So yeah, this lady is feeling bad for me because I have to connect to an international flight so she takes me on the plane and asks if anyone will give up their seat for me. Nobody budged. She whispered to me "Are you military?" as she saw my camouflage carry on. This would have got somebody to give up their seat. I should have said yes. So yeah, nobody gives the seat up but this women is still feeling bad for me so she tries to pull some crazy McGyver move and fly me down to Santa Barbara in 15 minutes so that I can take a SB flight to SF and connect with my other flight. One of those indoor airport golfcarts come and speed me away to my connecting gate, only to get there about 15 minutes too late. Did I mention I was chosen for one of the random searches on my way in to the airport? I got felt up by some stranger and then they offered me some sort of free snack from a fast food place. Is a random feeling up not even worthy of dinner anymore? Just a coffee? Okay so I can keep going because a few other things happened too, but you get the point. I'm staying in a hotel tonight and leaving tomorrow. I'm happy that at least I get to rest a bit for leaving as I am a little sick still.

Countdown to liftoff