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Ladies and gentlemen, this is the cockpit speaking. I'm afraid that we will not be able to take off as we are informed that Atlanta is covered in fog and there is zero visibility over the Atlanta area. We expect to be here on the ground for at least one hour.
My heart sank and I got that queezie feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. Serves me right, I should have flown my steady, reliable, NW non-stop instead of shopping for bargains on the net. Serves me right, I should no have......
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the cockpit speaking. Nix that first announcement we are informed that the visibility in Atlanta is sufficient for us to take off.
See that's what I thought, today is a perfect day for a trip. Screw work, I DESERVE this break. I sure am glad I surfed the net and got this neat fare. How clever of me, off to Atlanta to pick Angie up and off to Jamaica.
I don't know who told this pilot that it was ok to land in Atlanta. We are on the ground and I still can't see a damn thang.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the cockpit speaking. Well we got here a little early and there is another plane at our gate,so we will just have to sit here on the ground for a while.
Damn!!!! If I was on my NW flight, I'd be in Jamaica by now. I'm claustrophobic and it's all I can do to make it to Jamaica. Darn internet bargain flight!!!! Yeah Marilyn, but you are so damn SMART....
About an hour later we are at the terminal and I am freed from the sardine can with Delta on the side.
My connecting flight is in some other concourse, and I decide to bypass the train thingy because I seriously need some exercise. Ok now I know why they have the train thingy because I walk for almost 40 minutes dragging an overstuffed purse and heavy carry on.
I get to the gate expecting to see Angie's face, but no Angie. I find a place called Images and order breakfast. If you ever need breakfast in the ATL airport, I highly recommend this place. I sit at the table on the concourse so I won't miss Angie when she passes by. I see her hair before I see her.
Our Angie is a camellion. Before every trip to Jamaica there is the hair dilemma. Braids, extensions, scarf and glasses, what this time. Angie has opted for a funky Angela Davis style curly fro. No perms, straigthening combs, or curling irons this trip.
She, unlike me, has kept her weight down. She is wearing funky new gap jeans, hip huggers no less. Her grils took her shopping and made her get rid of her mommie jeans. They told her that she is far too young and sexy to dress old.
She's flowing, and why shouldn't she be, she is on her way to Jamaica.
My heart sank and I got that queezie feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. Serves me right, I should have flown my steady, reliable, NW non-stop instead of shopping for bargains on the net. Serves me right, I should no have......
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the cockpit speaking. Nix that first announcement we are informed that the visibility in Atlanta is sufficient for us to take off.
See that's what I thought, today is a perfect day for a trip. Screw work, I DESERVE this break. I sure am glad I surfed the net and got this neat fare. How clever of me, off to Atlanta to pick Angie up and off to Jamaica.
I don't know who told this pilot that it was ok to land in Atlanta. We are on the ground and I still can't see a damn thang.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the cockpit speaking. Well we got here a little early and there is another plane at our gate,so we will just have to sit here on the ground for a while.
Damn!!!! If I was on my NW flight, I'd be in Jamaica by now. I'm claustrophobic and it's all I can do to make it to Jamaica. Darn internet bargain flight!!!! Yeah Marilyn, but you are so damn SMART....
About an hour later we are at the terminal and I am freed from the sardine can with Delta on the side.
My connecting flight is in some other concourse, and I decide to bypass the train thingy because I seriously need some exercise. Ok now I know why they have the train thingy because I walk for almost 40 minutes dragging an overstuffed purse and heavy carry on.
I get to the gate expecting to see Angie's face, but no Angie. I find a place called Images and order breakfast. If you ever need breakfast in the ATL airport, I highly recommend this place. I sit at the table on the concourse so I won't miss Angie when she passes by. I see her hair before I see her.
Our Angie is a camellion. Before every trip to Jamaica there is the hair dilemma. Braids, extensions, scarf and glasses, what this time. Angie has opted for a funky Angela Davis style curly fro. No perms, straigthening combs, or curling irons this trip.
She, unlike me, has kept her weight down. She is wearing funky new gap jeans, hip huggers no less. Her grils took her shopping and made her get rid of her mommie jeans. They told her that she is far too young and sexy to dress old.
She's flowing, and why shouldn't she be, she is on her way to Jamaica.
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