Well, I figure it's as good a time as any to fire up the Blog again.  Yeah, I know I've been a pretty lame bitch about updating this thing, but between work and the 5 minutes I have to myself everyday, it's hard to keep updating it.
 
So, you're probably wondering, WTF is PJ going to post now?  I'm glad you asked...  So I'm heading to Chicago for the 4th of July to see my family and crash at my brother, Zach's, place for a few days.  And right now, as I type, I'm stuck in SeaTac airport.  That's right, my ass should be airbourne right now and instead I'm making this blog post, making some small talk with some wierd guy who won't shut up. 
 
So let's just start, shall we?  I've finally hit the breaking point with these goddamn airlines.  I can't take it anymore!  I'm trying to hit a straight-forward flight to Chicago from Seattle and as soon as I get to the gate, they announce a 2 hour delay due to air traffic problems.  Shit, I could've gotten some extra Z's this morning or watched the idiot box for awhile, but no, I have to listen to some lady in a jumpsuit tell me the sky's too crowded.  The worst part is, I think they're blowing smoke up my ass.  Come on?!  The sky's too crowded?!?!  At least make up something that seems more serious like 'Sorry folks the wing fell off and we have to weld it back on.' 
 
The travel industry is huge; there's a lot of money to be made.  Which is why I don't understand how/why airlines can fuck up ALL the time.  Maybe that is the reason.  Take any other industry.  If you were to try to sell something that constantly broke, you'd find your ass flipping burgers.  If I consistenly showed up to work late, they'd fire my ass.  I think we just need someone to come in here and really monotize the airline industry, and not just make money, but actually deliver. 
 
Aside from what I consider the most piss-ant service in the world, if there's one other thing that really jerks my chain are these random people who somehow by the fate of God have some reason to strike up dialog with you, then won't quit! Am I holding up a sign that says 'If you're bored, talk to me.'?! Shit, I didn't come to the airport to make friends!  I'm trying to get somewhere, damn it!  I guess part of it's my own fault... I entertain these fools by actually talking back.  You know, I just try to be nice and look what happens. 
 
About that only thing that's worse than all of this is sitingt next to a fat guy who's sweating like mad and keeps asking if you want your peanuts.  I guess it could be worse....
 
Flying the friendly skies,
 
PJL