Well, I'm still here in the Austin airport. I've been rebooked for a 3pm flight, which means that I will have spent more time at the Austin airport today than most students spend in school.
These things happen, you know, and the important thing is to be sunny and kind to the people you're dealing with, because it's not their fault that air travel is so irrevocably screwed in this country. It's really not. You just have to pour all the initial anger into getting a new flight, politely and cheerfully as possible, and then theraputically write a letter of complaint to the airline in question.
Because you don't have a choice, not really, though they say you do; you have to take the flight that gets you where you want to go, and when you want to be there. You can't afford to be picky about which airlines you fly on, not if you're in my income bracket anyway. And you can't really escape using air travel, though I've tried when it's possible, because any other form of travel for any significant distance costs the same and takes twice as long, which loses you wages and time spent with those you're going to see.
Anyway. Here I am in the Austin airport, which is so comically "genuine" it always cheers me up. What other airport is decorated in Early 1980s Wood-Paneled Pinto?
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