Per usual, ManLosch and I cannot travel together. We theorize that when we travel alone, we have better luck. Then made that even more precise by saying when I travel alone, I'm usually on time and have better luck. So we actually determined that it's him. Here was our original itinerary:
5:40pm: Depart FLL for ATL
7:44pm: Land in ATL for hour layover. Arrange for a quick snack and relax.
8:50pm: Depart ATL for home(barf).
11:15pm: Arrive home.
Here is how reality quickly kicked us in the ass and shoved a pile of shit in our faces:
2:30pm: ManLosch and I try calling AirTran to get on an earlier flight after learning that our 8:50 flight was only delayed 10 minutes and our 5:40 flight was delayed until 6:20. We didn't want to miss the connection for fear of not getting home tonight.
2:45pm: We decide to just drive to the airport just in case, with AirTran still keeping us on hold, because there wasn't much else for us to do here anyway.
3:20pm: Stopped for gas to fill up the rental and as we stopped, we finally got an AirTran representative. After 48 minutes on hold, we got someone and all the flights were sold out anyway.
3:24pm: Me: "So what do you wanna do? We're already close to the airport." ManLosch: "We can just go and chill out."
3:45pm: Arrive at FLL. Return the rental. Both flights delayed, AND NOW even earlier at the airport than we originally planned. No massage places in sight and the "restaurant" is playing the Dolphins game that we couldn't give two shits about.
4:15pm(now): Taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi in the terminal (thanks Santa) and relaxing, happy that we haven't been stranded in an airport yet.
See you kids on the flipside of tomorrow.
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