Delayed

As usual the airlines never bother to tell you anything until there is absolutely nothing I can do to adjust to the impending situation. Delta airlines did not bother to call me about the four and one half hour delay of my flight which was original scheduled to leave at 7am. The call came right about the time I had started to undergo the screening process, already invested 30 minutes into the routine, so even after only getting 3hrs of sleep, the thought of getting out of line, then returning to my car, and eventually house with the realization that I would have to repeat the process all over again in no more than a few hours did not seem all that appealing, maybe a bump up to first class or free admission into the lounge would have helped to heal the wound, but after taking a quick walk to the gate where the plane was due to leave, a small battlion of mostly foriegn tourists had already begun to bang the war drums in search of some satisfaction, a majority of these travelers would now missed their connections to Europe and from the looks of things, maybe these people had reached their limit with international travel during the volcano eurption and ash that followed it. Either way, many calls had been nearly scream aloud in the direction of the ticket counter agent who was doing his best to deflect all the insults, verbal assualts, and various other calls to violent action, while attempting to find some supervisors to hand of all the requests to placed on an the adjecent airline in the next gate heading to the same place, while million milers and multi level rewards travelers walked up to the counter right past the small band of bitter travelers who only became more infruiated when these VIP's pulled rank with their collective status, attaining a new boarding pass for the other airline headed to the same destination with relative ease.

There was no need for me to hand around with all the negativity, too early, too messy, could not handle all the passive aggressive anger at this hour, had a brief chat with the ticket agent who looked to be sweating more and more with every passing minute, there was no where to hide, he had to face this problem head on, no breaks or other agents to hand the baton to, at any moment this agent might break and decide to cancel all the tickets for the entire slate of flights for the day then run down the corridor toward the plane, board it, slam the door shut and take his chances at flying the plane. So what to do now, wait a half an hour for the bar to open and see how wasted I can get in four hours, sure but after getting kicked off a plane for excessive drunkenness a few months ago the thought of waking up in some strange hotel room with no idea how I got there does not appeal to me, at least it was not jail, thankfully it never has been, so why not write a bit get something down, damn chairs are made out of metal and do not have any backs, chillin at the charging station in order to get the laptop fully charged so I can sit at the bar without having to seek out any power, not sure how much longer I can last, back is starting to knot up. Had a breakfast sandwhich, now I just belching Stella beer and eggs, either way, damn hell this early morning putting a delay in my routine for NYC, probably better to be getting a start later on in the evening, cause being at the bar by 4p could leave to more dangerous events. Another 20 min and the battery will be good for the day, can go back to observing the general public who have always been great source of material.