Who knew New Jersey had a battleship?

I may have gotten myself in some karmic hot water with my last post about how much Newark sucks. I flew into that hellish nightmare of death and destruction again on Sunday from England, arriving at 11:30 am. I didn't escape until 9:30pm because every flight leaving earlier was oversold and I had to go on Standby.

The Starbucks was out of white chocolate flavoring so no mochas for me. The McDonalds wasn't taking credit cards and all I had was British pounds.

I really, really hate New Jersey.