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In which i can’t seem to leave Atlanta

WTF

Did you ever have the irresistible urge to walk up to someone and just say “what were you thinking when you put on that outfit today?”  I do; often in fact. You see, for a fairly oblivious person I notice the oddest things and today, in my fiasco of a layover at the Atlanta airport, I noticed a woman wearing jeans that were the color of … let’s say cantaloupe and she was wearing them with a bright pink fuchsia top.  Now I don’t care who you are, there is no way those two colors should ever appear in an outfit together ever.  You probably shouldn’t even keep them in the same closet as they clash so badly.

 

Nonetheless, this woman bravely had on this atrocious color combination and I managed to restrain myself from saying anything incredibly rude.  I always put that in the plus column of Lynn’s Daily Behaviors when I manage to keep my mouth shut.

 

So Atlanta.  I left LA at 7:30 PST so I had to wake up at 4:45 to get a ride to the airport so I was pretty damn sleepy today.  Things were going along beautifully until I disembarked in Atlanta.  I was in concourse E and I had to get to gate C45.  No problem right? After all, Atlanta has this nice little train system set up.  So I took the little train down to concourse C and as I had a few minutes to spare, I decided I wanted some frozen yogurt or the like.

 

Now I have noticed these sorts of things all over the place at many different airports and I never avail myself of these frozen concoctions but today I did want some so I started looking around and wouldn’t ya know? There were none.  I got down to the gate and was told about this ice cream place in a restaurant so I went back down there and ordered two scoops of chocolate. (I know I know…I’m a pig). I wait and I wait and I wait and finally the girl hands me my ice cream

 

Girl:          Here’s your cup

 

Me:         Thanks

 

Girl:          Wait, here’s your other cup

 

Me:         I only ordered one

 

Girl:          No, you said two cups

 

Me:         No, I said two scoops

 

Girl:          You definitely said cup

 

Me:         You asked me cone or cup and I said cup

 

Girl:          Right you said two cups

 

Me:         No I said two scoops in a cup

 

Girl:          Well you paid for two

 

Me:                     (completely exasperated) ya know what…I’ll just take the one.  You can eat the other one.

 

So I left and returned to the gate whereupon they announced that my flight had been changed to D13, which was pretty damn close to where I had come from in the first place. So I go back to Concourse D and I still didn’t see any yogurt places.

 

Seriously? I probably could have driven to downtown Atlanta for yogurt by now.  So we board the plane and I’m psyched to get home when the captain says that a door sensor is triggered so guess what that means? You got it, calling in maintenance.

 

And where am I now? Well, we had to deplane so that they can hopefully fix the door and I can hopefully get home.  You know what? Maybe it would have been faster to drive this direction too!!

 

I did have one great idea though.  I was in the second to last row of the plane and when I got off I suggested to the stewards that we reload in opposite order so that we’d get the first class seats and the first class people would be in e back.  I mean, fair is fair right??

 

Well, they thought it was a good idea :)

 

ADDENDUM:  they had to cancel the flight but they put us on a different flight and I finally got home around 8:00.  All in all, a pretty long travel day. I’m attempting to fix up this post the next day but I’m incredibly jet lagged so if it sucks just blame Delta Airlines.  That’s what I’m going to do.

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14 Comments

  1. Marilynn
    January 29, 2013

    My friend and I make snarky remarks about people who look like your fuchsia/cantaloupe lady. Usually remarking that they don’t own a mirror. Unfortunately [or maybe fortunately] we don’t say it to them. I guess I’m not old enough, but I’m getting there. I love airports; great for people watching.

    • Lynn
      January 29, 2013

      yeah…i didn’t say anything either. I just wondered about it

  2. Brooke
    January 29, 2013

    I used to fly into Atlanta once every 3 weeks or so and I tell you, sitting there is a great opportunity for people-watching. It’s like going to the county fair kind of funny.
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  3. Mary Anne F51`
    January 29, 2013

    Was this yesterday morning? Because, if it was, BC flew you from LA to here! Woo hoo. And yes, those two colors do NOT mix…..

    • Lynn
      January 29, 2013

      no…it was last wednesday

  4. Nicole@TheKidlessKronicles
    January 29, 2013

    I was once delayed for maintenance on a flight because they had to glue part of the wing back on and we had to wait for the glue to dry. No joke. They actually told us that. They really could have (and should have) kept the details to themselves.

    The Kidless Kronicles

    • Lynn
      January 29, 2013

      hopefully it was crazy glue though

  5. boboff
    January 29, 2013

    WTF are cantaloupe and fuchsia?

    In the UK cant Elope means that you are not permitted to runaway and get married, and a fuchsia is a plant which has flowers the colours of lady parts ( pinks and purples you understand)

    • Lynn
      January 29, 2013

      sorry…I had a big box of crayons when i was a kid. those are colors!

  6. Jester Queen
    January 29, 2013

    I have never flown through Atlanta much past 10AM that I got out before 6PM. If you get there after 11, it’s like RUSH HOUR and madness. Sad about your yogurt, though. And OMG the paranoia of these employees who can’t just say, “I’m sorry, I was wrong” because they fear getting fired for one mistake. OK, so she misheard you “two cups” whatever, she can still say, “Sorry, I misunderstood” and keep good customer service! She’s got to know that, whatever you’re doing, you have either just completed an exhausting flight or just started one and might need a little SLACK from her in the form of conceding about the concession you’re eating. Duh.
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  7. LOL

    I haven’t been here in a while (because I now work for a schizophrenic a-hole who might be schttuping my colleague) and I was extremely happy and amused to see the WTF post it image on your homepage.

    I don’t really get the arguing part — aren’t retail folks supposed to be doped up/ happy all the time to withstand all the abuse that customers give them?

    Okay, I was kidding.

    BUT. All jokes aside…

    The lady probably didn’t want to get into any trouble but that still didn’t justify her response…it’s like she was forcing you to take the 2nd cup. I probably would’ve said something ‘not so nice’, especially if I had to be in an airport for long hours and remain in the Company of smelly people. (I don’t understand why most travelers smell bad)

    • Lynn
      January 29, 2013

      hahaha…probably most people just smell bad…

  8. Patty Radish
    February 1, 2013

    Maybe you should have followed the lady dressed like two scoops of sherbet to the frozen yogurt stand!

    • Lynn
      February 2, 2013

      Hahaha…what a great idea!!! Loved that comment :))

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