Why is San Francisco airport always such a drag?

In Stupid People on August 22, 2010 at 7:54 PM

I had reason to leave the area and I had to use San Francisco airport and it was a total drag. Just so you know.

Also, it took me over 4 hours to get to Half Moon Bay, where i was visiting a friend. Really, SFO? 4 hours of my life just to get out of your lousy airport and down to Half Moon Bay. I am saddened at what service has become in this country. There was a really indolent girl working at the CalTrain station and she was helping a really self-important customer when I got there. After 15 minutes, really no lie, the man in line behind me started making noise about missing trains. The self-important customer, a very smug kind of person, turned to all of us behind him in line and started lecturing us on how to travel. He smugly told us that he always purchases tickets online ahead of time and that he also always arrives anywhere he’s going at least 30 minutes early. The implication was that all of us in line behind him were idiots, incompetents, or just not savvy.

I strongly believe he was speaking to the wrong crowd. I let the man behind me go next in line as I’d already missed my train. The self-important man overheard this exchange, which admittedly couldn’t have been hard. He then turned to us and said “Well, it’s not my fault you missed your train. You should blame your own poor planning. Take my advice and…” He shut his fat, dumb mouth right about then because there was a large man two people behind me in line who stepped forward and said “I don’t like the sound of your voice. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

Normally I don’t go for this type of public intimidation, but it was quite a heart-warming Hallmark moment. I wished later that intimidating man had ridden in the shuttle van with me. Our van driver was of Eastern European descent and seemed quite fond of frightening his passengers. He made of game of running stale yellow and a few bright red lights. The van bucked and swerved, luggage fell over, and the passengers called out things like “Look out!” and “Please slow down!”, but the driver didn’t seem to hear or care. The two Asian passengers tried to talk to him saying, “Sir, please have consideration of our safety”, and “Please, sir. Consider the safety of us”, but the driver only yelled back to not talk to him while he was driving as it was unsafe.

My thoughts were running wild on the ride. I didn’t want to die with these people. I also didn’t want to die right then as it was inconvenient and I’m not prepared. I don’t think I even have a Life Insurance policy on myself at the moment. Also, I don’t have instructions for my family in the event of my death.

I’d prefer no heroic measures, I suppose. Also, I don’t have anything of too much value, so who cares about any of that? I’d prefer to be cremated and have my ashes spread in the Pacific, but not too near the Mexican border because I’m mad at Mexico right now.

I’ll have to think more on this. Is planning one’s death macabre or morbid? I don’t know, but it’s certainly a lot more fun than planning the rest of your miserable life sometimes.


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