I recently flew in from LAX to Minneapolis/St. Paul Intl. airport, and my dad and I had to catch the puddle jumper (the dinky little planes made to travel thirty minute flights) back home. Unfortunately, the flight was cancelled NOT because of the weather, but because one of the runways were closed down. The airline representatives were of no help whatsoever, and so we went to the info desk. We told him our story, and he says, "Well, that's a load of bull-crap". We buy bus tickets to get back. Later on, we find out that the airport had been pulling this crap for the past three days. Many old women and mothers with children had been stranded there in that duration, too. Pretty soon, up to fourteen people ask my dad how the hell they were to get out of the airport. There was this one from Columbia that was supposed to catch a flight to Madison, WI to attend medical school, and he told my dad "You're the nicest American I've met so far" after my dad gave him directions.
2007-08-22
15:32:11
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Lucifer Sam
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