The. worst. travel. day. ever.

OK, maybe not ever. But a pretty bad one.

As I write this it’s 3:39 am in Hermosa Beach, California. I just got here.

Had an 8:50 pm flight from JFK to LAX. Got there in plenty of time. Then the flight was delayed. And delayed. And delayed. Three of the five bathrooms on the plane weren’t functioning. Word was American Airlines was going to cancel the flight. Then … a bright light. 11 pm-ish—the plane can operate. Everyone rushes on … and we sit. And sit. And sit.

Finally take off. Arrive in Los Angeles at, oh, 2:30. Have a reservation with Alamo. Wait for the shuttle bus. Hertz comes three times, Avis twice, Budget—Budget!?—twice. Alamo doesn’t come. Doesn’t come. Doesn’t come. I call the 800 number—they disconnect me. Forty-five minutes later, the van finally arrives. I get to the Alamo office. The people working there don’t have time to talk to me—they’re debating what to order for breakfast. They finally take me, but give me bad directions. I drive and drive, get here, at my hotel. The parking lot is full, so I drive around and around. Finally make myself a spot. The woman at the front desk tells me she marked me as a no-show.

Fuck.

But she has a room.

Good night …

9 thoughts on “The. worst. travel. day. ever.”

  1. Probably should have called the hotel to tell them what was up. They wouldn’t have marked you as a no-show then.

  2. With all that waiting and your new iphone, you really could have called ahead to the hotel and car rental to confirm you were still coming…

  3. For future reference: Never fly into LAX if you have a choice. Orange County, Ontario, Burbank, Long Beach are all better alternatives. If possible.

  4. Welcome to L.A. Screw Starbucks. Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf is where it’s at. If you had time to spare, I’d definitely treat.

    And I loved — L-O-V-E-D — the The Quaz Q&A with Chris Jones. I might not sleep tonight.

    Enjoy Hermosa … the beach of my youth.

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