Blogging on Vacation.


So. Im in Dallas.

Hence the lapse in posting, but I missed y’all like cooked food.

Between July 12th and July 13th, I had SEVERAL experiences with
the customer service reps at the US Air:

a. A customer service rep Hated on me, and
wouldn’t waive a fee. Old boy was like, bend over,
sans Vaseline. Threw my whole actionplan off. BUT.
Thats what you get trynna do standby, NOT ON JET
BLUE. The N*gga had the nerve to be old enough to
be my daddy AND was HATIN’.

b. A customer service rep had my ticket changed
w/o paying extra.

c. I chatted it up with a Marine/National guard on the
benifits and specs of the M16 that he was carrying.

d. And finally a supervisor bumped me up to first class,
so I slurpped
chardonnay in seat 1C.
^^^^^That sh*t will have you spoiled for real.

e. My favorite scene was me, in TYYYYYUGHT jeans,
sparkle-y shoes, and quasi sheer yellow blouse telling
the 3rd customer service rep “I did not authorize
ANYONE TO CHANGE MY TICKET, I just called
the 1800 number to find out WHEN THE NEXT,
EARLIEST FLIGHT TO PHILLY left.
FURTHERMORE.
Since when does calling a customer service agent
constitute and authorization
and permission to change my [MUTHAF_CKIN] schedule”.

White folks at the desk next to mine, was like what
kinda uppity negro is this?

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Why do you think traveling is so f*cking emotional ock?

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