No voice here![]()
So, wife coming home from Tonga today. I am meant to be at the airport by 8:30. Leave at 7:45. All traffic going fine until I get to Marsh St and I discover the int airport traffic is doing its best impression of peak hour traffic possible. I sit patiently until 8:30 without moving.
Realising I am going to be late I have the brilliant plan to drive to domestic, park there then catch the train to int. Rush rush rush and I make it to int by 8:50. I run through the terminal and aggravate my asthma (first time in years thats happened - props to cold weather and lack of fitness).
I spentd 5 minutes scouring crowds looking for a likely pissed off wife. Then I check the arrivals board.
Plane delayed to land until 9:15
Fuuuuuuuuuuuu.
Strangely enough, the lunatic taxi drivers were the only ones progressing. I took a leaf out of their book and made several thousand enemies with the general public on my way to domestic :sarcasm:
United are, temporarily at least, on top of the table, which is where we belong.