I ignored the hassle of trying to find out the correct price
for my ticket.
I brushed off the fact that the radar broke while we were in
the air.
I waited patiently for five hours while you tried to get
your shit together.
I oohed and aahed at the boring hotel room you took me to
after midnight.
I cheered when the plane landed in the correct destination
30 hours later.
I even said “gracias” to the flight attendants on my way
out.
I didn’t slap your worker across the face when she
contradicted everything I had been told.
I gave up on that reimbursement you promised me.
And now, I would rather be a stowaway in the back of a truck
carrying dynamite than deal with your sorry excuse for an airline company.
