Woe is Me!
Yesterday, I gave up my seat (plane overbooked) since there was a second flight coming a few hours later.
No later had the first plane lifted off the ground than the agents approached me with the grim news - the second flight had been cancelled. So another night in Quaqtaq.
It's not that I have anything against Quaqtaq, but I druther be home, or marooned in Kuujjuaq where there are bars and restaurants. So here I sit in my lonely hotel room, having celebrated St. Patrick's Day with a Diet 7-Up, inconsolable, parched and generally feeling sorry for myself.
Now the weather's going down, and I could be stuck here for days.
No more Mr. Nice Bear! That was last time I'm being a gentleman and giving up my fucking seat on the plane.
posted by nanuk at 8:20 AM Permafrost
2 Comments:
I would have thought it would have been every man for himself trying to get out of that place. I was raised in the Great Frozen NAtion and am never, ever going back. Cold sucks.
But plenty of Huskys, though.
Here, men are men, and dogs are nervous.
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