The Misadventures of Ian in the States: Day 1; traveling there, whoopee...

26/June/2006

Bus:

Instead of bearing my mother whine about another road trip on the M25 I took a bus to Heathrow. As I'm clear, the bus tickets have my destinantion printed on them. Well... The freaking Bus driver took my ticket and "assumed" that I was going to Luton airport despite that fact that it clearly said on my ticket "London Heathrow, Terminal 4". He then assumed that I was going to Heathrow Terminal 1 when when I told him I was going to terminal 4 he starts to get all angry with me and I start waving the boarding pass at him to prove how much of an illiterate prick he is. Not my fault, he can't read >:( .

Airport:

Well... I got there early, no Queuing, yay! BUt it doesn't nessercerally mean it's a good thing. When I got to the baggage check, I was served by this 5'2 ginger curly haired meditrian woman who can't read english! ARGH! Do you see a trend here?! When it came to giving out an address to where I was going, she couldn't read it, so I had to tell her how to spell it, she can type it fine, but she couldn't read my mother's handwriting, which is weird because my Mum's writing is much more clearer and less messy then mine. So there I was for a good 30 minutes reading out each frigging letter in the address and I was a little pissed off.

Plane:

After Staying awake for almost 24 hours, I got on the plane, and I slept for good 3 hours. That's the longest time I've slept on a plane! Thing was, I had some chewing gum in my mouth and I had to get rid of it and there was nowhere to put it. so I tried to stick it under the seat. A few hours later and the lady behind me called out a steward because chewwing gum was all over her foot, She took her fucking shoes off didn't she!. So I kept quiet, very... quiet.

2nd Leg:

The Plane Landed 30 mins late and I was screwed because I only had about 30 minutes to get on the next plane. Useally all my tickets are given to me at the check in. However the Meditrian woman with bad eye sight didn't give me every ticket; she had only given me a boarding pass for the first plane. So there I was, standing in this queue that hardly moved and I almost heckled at the check in staff because they were taking forever. I finally got my ticket, and I went into the terminal, to dicover that every I had was setting of the metal dectector alarms. There I was taking my coat, my belt, my shoes, my wallet, and my freaking watch off in front of an iraid crowd of people who wanted to go on their plane, thing was they didn't realise that I had the same problem! Despite being late I managed to get on my second plane with my shoe laces undone and my belt around my shoulder.

Landing:

I Fin ally got to ST Louis, saw my Dad and my little half sister, at that time I thought the worse was over. Oh I was so very wrong!!! My Bags didn't appear on the carosal. We waited for a good hour until we went to an office to make a complaint. They said that they will send my bags by delivery the next Morning. THEY BETTER DO!

27/June/2006

I got at bags, a few hours late, but I got them, so good for that!