WarCry Choice Posts: 3023 Joined: 3 Mar 2004 | If Hell was a city it would be Newark
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. Truer words have never been spoken about New Jersey. My decent into Hell began when the plane taking me from Charlotte, NC to Newark was an hour late in arriving. No big deal, I would still have plenty of time to make my 7pm flight to England. Then the situation became dire when the plane pulled about 50 feet away from the gate and the captain announced that due to bad weather in Newark, we would be sitting on the ground for another hour and 45 minutes. Red flag.
I was still optimistic (Yes, this is me we're talking about) since I had a small chance of still making the 7pm flight. After landing at 6:30pm, I planned to make some kind of mad sprint through the airport and catch my plane. Unfortunately, someone set me up for failure when they built the Newark airport.
In order to get from Terminal A to Terminal C, I had to leave the Security Area. Even though I made it across the terminal in 5 minutes, I was blocked by a 55 person line to get through the scanners. My plane was not caught.
Thankfully, a nice lady set me up on a flight to Paris and from there I could still get to England. Sadly, my luggage did not get the memo to meet me there. As of this morning, it had finally made it.
I would just like to take a moment to thank Turbine, who literally gave me the shirt off their back so that I had a fresh one to wear to the event today.
You know why the Statue of Liberty faces New York? So New Jersey can kiss her ass. Right now, I'm facing New York.
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If Hell was a city it would be Newark
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. Truer words have never been spoken about New Jersey. My decent into Hell began when the plane taking me from Charlotte, NC to Newark was an hour late in arriving. No big deal, I would still have plenty of time to make my 7pm flight to England. Then the situation became dire when the plane pulled about 50 feet away from the gate and the captain announced that due to bad weather in Newark, we would be sitting on the ground for another hour and 45 minutes. Red flag.
I was still optimistic (Yes, this is me we're talking about) since I had a small chance of still making the 7pm flight. After landing at 6:30pm, I planned to make some kind of mad sprint through the airport and catch my plane. Unfortunately, someone set me up for failure when they built the Newark airport.
In order to get from Terminal A to Terminal C, I had to leave the Security Area. Even though I made it across the terminal in 5 minutes, I was blocked by a 55 person line to get through the scanners. My plane was not caught.
Thankfully, a nice lady set me up on a flight to Paris and from there I could still get to England. Sadly, my luggage did not get the memo to meet me there. As of this morning, it had finally made it.
I would just like to take a moment to thank Turbine, who literally gave me the shirt off their back so that I had a fresh one to wear to the event today.
You know why the Statue of Liberty faces New York? So New Jersey can kiss her ass. Right now, I'm facing New York.
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