Pooors on a Plane

I flew business class to Manila from LAX. It was awesome! Plenty of leg room, my own tv/entertainment, charging ports at each seat. Every few hours (it was about a 12 hour flight) they brought wet towels to ... well I'm not sure why... but it was nice. Blanket and pillow. Great experience.

Coming home was a different story. I got to the airport early and was second in line when the power went out at the airport. After a few hours of waiting they finally started writing hand written bording passes. After 4 hours of waiting in that damned line (remember, I was second in line) I finally got my hand written bording pass and went through security. All flights had obviously been delayed due to the power outage. There were no open restaurants to get a drink at, so I paid a few bucks for a small can of beer at a snack shack. I found the charging station and ran into three other Americans who had done the same thing as I had (beers and charging station.) FINALLY boarded the plane, economy class. Packed in like sardines, one TV that was 12 rows in front of me. Headphone port was broken. No charging port for the 12 hour flight. The guy next to me was fat and breathed heavy, and when they brought us food he coughed and sprayed my food with half chewed food out of his mouth. They did bring a small pillow and a blanket and I just tried to cry myself to sleep. When we finally landed in LAX we were several hours late, I'd missed my flight home and had to stay in LA one extra night. The whole return experience was miserable.
 
Nod4Eight said:
I flew business class to Manila from LAX. It was awesome! Plenty of leg room, my own tv/entertainment, charging ports at each seat. Every few hours (it was about a 12 hour flight) they brought wet towels to ... well I'm not sure why... but it was nice. Blanket and pillow. Great experience.

Coming home was a different story. I got to the airport early and was second in line when the power went out at the airport. After a few hours of waiting they finally started writing hand written bording passes. After 4 hours of waiting in that damned line (remember, I was second in line) I finally got my hand written bording pass and went through security. All flights had obviously been delayed due to the power outage. There were no open restaurants to get a drink at, so I paid a few bucks for a small can of beer at a snack shack. I found the charging station and ran into three other Americans who had done the same thing as I had (beers and charging station.) FINALLY boarded the plane, economy class. Packed in like sardines, one TV that was 12 rows in front of me. Headphone port was broken. No charging port for the 12 hour flight. The guy next to me was fat and breathed heavy, and when they brought us food he coughed and sprayed my food with half chewed food out of his mouth. They did bring a small pillow and a blanket and I just tried to cry myself to sleep. When we finally landed in LAX we were several hours late, I'd missed my flight home and had to stay in LA one extra night. The whole return experience was miserable.
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Rub some dirt on that, bitch. :ROFLMAO:
 
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OldDevilDawg said:
I thought the freaks on Hollywood Blvd were fucking hilarious. Please tell me you experienced Hollywood Blvd at 3 am. That shit will change the way you think.
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Nah. I was grumpy as Hell. Had my Russian co-worker who lives in Orange Co pick me up and get me set up in a hotel for the night. I checked in while he went to go buy me some food and beers. While he was gone I left my hotel door cracked open. The hotel guy came by three times asking why I was doing that. I think he thought I was waiting for hookers or a drug dealer. He finally told me that was a good way to get robbed. I told him I was a pissed off cowboy who just wanted to get home and anybody who came into my room uninvited was going to regret it. I didn't see that guy again. Did I mention I don't like LA?
 
Nod4Eight said:
Nah. I was grumpy as Hell. Had my Russian co-worker who lives in Orange Co pick me up and get me set up in a hotel for the night. I checked in while he went to go buy me some food and beers. While he was gone I left my hotel door cracked open. The hotel guy came by three times asking why I was doing that. I think he thought I was waiting for hookers or a drug dealer. He finally told me that was a good way to get robbed. I told him I was a pissed off cowboy who just wanted to get home and anybody who came into my room uninvited was going to regret it. I didn't see that guy again. Did I mention I don't like LA?
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Who doesn't like hookers and blow? Jeebus, bro. I need to change yer life at the batchelor party. I gots work to do.
 
Nod4Eight said:
Nah. I was grumpy as Hell. Had my Russian co-worker who lives in Orange Co pick me up and get me set up in a hotel for the night. I checked in while he went to go buy me some food and beers. While he was gone I left my hotel door cracked open. The hotel guy came by three times asking why I was doing that. I think he thought I was waiting for hookers or a drug dealer. He finally told me that was a good way to get robbed. I told him I was a pissed off cowboy who just wanted to get home and anybody who came into my room uninvited was going to regret it. I didn't see that guy again. Did I mention I don't like LA?
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LA flat out sucks! That’s why we stay behind the Orange Curtain as much as possible.
 
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