Seriously. Aer Lingus is just rubbish. I’m sitting here in Cork waiting for a flight that will end up having been delayed at least two hours. It takes 45 minutes to get to London. So, my well-planned trip might turn into a complete disaster. There has been no attempt at a sincere apology and nobody is taking care of us. I mean, I may as well fly American Airlines! Oh, wait…
I’m too irritated to grade, unless I give the poor twenty people unfair marks I’d only have to change anyway. So I thought I’d come online and write a meaningless post.
- I’m glad there have been protests against the Olympic torch relay in London, and Seb Coe’s statements that the relay is about Olympic ideals is fairly disgusting.
- I’m going to write a post tomorrow about culchies. They are a fascinating phenomenon.
- I can’t stand airlines and their consistent abrogation of anything even approaching acceptable customer service (like, really).
- Flying thousands of miles to go home for the weekend is awesome, but I don’t really recommend it. Here’s hoping I get the grading itch on the flight to Chicago. If I make it.
I have to switch terminals in Heathrow and go through British security, which, incidentally, is a Nazi-inspired caricature of the quasi-fictional forces from Children of Men. I had to change bags this morning to accomodate a box of chocolates because I don’t feel like being verbally abused and conceivably shot.
I am Irish, you know. They don’t forget that stuff.