Reason 2435 to hate flying

Ok now I know I have not posted for a couple of days, but I have been just that darn busy, what with coming back from LA, work , trying to find a damn Halloween costume, and yes that was very time consuming, and the meeting of a new prospective, I have been hella busy. I am on my way to LA again; I actually tallied my frequent flyer miles for the last month, 10,000! In the last month alone.
Ok now I had decided I am not going to rush this trip to LA, I had my bags packed early, I had all my reservations set, even I’m gay, I’m not gay Robert offered to give me a ride to the airport. I told him to pick me up at 1:35, because my flight leaves at 2:45, and I need to be there to check in at least a half hour before the flight leaves. The cocksucker does not arrive until 1:55 FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. He gets to me the airport at 2:11, again there is only one person handling passengers at the ticket counter, I get tended to at 2:16, when the clerk informs me that they have shut down the gate. I go ballistic I am one of those irate passengers from that one reality airport TV show, I start to freak out on the clerk why the fuck do you only have one person working the counter, she replies it is not her fault that they are understaffed, I reply you just merged with us air, how the fuck are you understaffed. Another clerk comes of his brake and tries to talk to me, he offers me an emergency escort pass, but I will have to run to catch the plane, Fuck more running through the airport, I might as well change my name to Jerry O.J. Simpson Maguire. I take off running to my gate, luckily no random security check at security, rip off my shoes and belt and throw them throw the x-ray machine. Once they emerge, I pull on my shoes quickly, not bothering to put on my belt, it would take too much time, and I take off running, backpack on my back, suitcase in one hand, my belt less pants in the other, so they wont fall down . I arrive at the gate with seconds to spare. My first flight is to Vegas, and I am stuck next to some corn bred redneck who thinks that he can monopolize the armrest, sorry Billy Joe bob, but I am in no mood to put up with your bullshit, this “boy” is going to be utilizing part of that armrest, and get that cow milking arm on your side of the seat. Next reasons for hating flying, the fat guy behind me, forgot to attend health the class the day they were learning about noxious body odors, and ways to combat them. Hey fat man it’s called a shower and soap, and if that doesn’t work try deodorant, it about three bucks and can be found at most grocery stores, pharmacies or retail chain stores.
I finally arrive in Vegas, and I am starving, only problem is that the only food around is a Taco Hell, I am not a big fan of Taco Bell, but beggars cant be choosers, I order 2 soft tacos no tomatoes, not a difficult order, or at least so I thought. When I look over at employee making my tacos I watch her put tomatoes on my taco, Ok no problem it’s a simple mistake, I inform her I ordered my food sans tomatoes, what she did next stunned me, she reaches into the taco and starts to pull the tomatoes out, whoaaaa Nellie, if you think I am eating that you better take another hit from the bong, remake my damn taco you corner cutting, non order listening excuse for employee of the month.
Now the only good thing about this journey, out of all the airports I have visited McCarran is the only one with free wifi, I jumped online and had scintillating conversations with new prospect over IM. Hopefully my flight back will be less eventful.