n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
please enjoy this complaint i just emailed to frontier airlines' customer service department.
I was a ticketed passenger on the flight 453 from LGA to MKE on 1/12, when my flight was canceled at 2:10 am on 1/11/11 (30 hours before the original flight was scheduled to take off!) preemptively in light of weather heading toward New York City.
This is unacceptable. There was no snow on the ground in the departure city at the time of cancellation, nor did snow begin to fall until 8 hours before scheduled departure.
I spent a total of 90 minutes on the phone, waiting to reschedule my flight (including one dropped-call, mid-rebooking), then checking the original day of departure that my flight hadn’t actually left on-time as the Orbitz email had reported (which would’ve meant I’d just plain missed an un-cancelled flight!). Once I got through to the booking agents, they informed me that I’d have to wait another full 24 hours before a flight was leaving LGA that I could board.
CANCELING FLIGHTS “JUST IN CASE” IS TOTALLY, 100% UNACCEPTABLE to begin with. Then, throw in the fact that my flight was cancelled — for, in the end, no apparent reason since the snowfall wasn’t anything out of the norm for January in the northern US — and the next available flight was 24 hours AFTER my original departure time.
You have a VERY pissed off customer.
If my flight had been cancelled day-of and then I couldn’t get home for another day, I’d be FINE with that. Such is the gamble of traveling. BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED: Frontier cancelled my flight absurdly early, ahead of time without knowing whether it was necessary, then left the burden to be borne by its customers.
Please have a real human respond to me and tell me why Frontier felt these were good business practices. I can be reached by email (firstname.lastname@example.org) or telephone at [a number I’m not posting on my blog].
a compilation of last night's new year's resolutions.
Worry less about the national debt.
Use my big boy words.
Dance with who I came to the dance with.
Have less stinky feet.
Be nicer to cougars I see at the bar.
Keep slutty legs alive.
Have more cowboy buttsex.
Lick more salt, bitches.
Answer the phone.
Look people in the eye when speaking.
Smoke more dick and less cigarettes.
Try the Obama Double Dong (TM) again.
Use less and give more.
Read more T. S. Eliot in the nude.
Take more photos.
Flim your flam any day.
Take a moment.
Play my own game.
Shut off my phone for 5 days and not feel bad.
Run instead of walk on eggshells.
Do fuck all to cheer you up!
Instead of fucking you over less, fuck you under more.
Start growing my own food (in your womb).
Tell you how much you annoy & love me.
Share my hung more.
As recorded by yours truly from the anonymous contributions of friends and fellow party-goers. The resolutions were then distributed/picked up by guests as either they deemed fit, or others deemed fit for them.