I am so totally, utterly, and completely sick of air travel. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve had to put up with me whining for the past week on my Denver to Seattle to Los Angeles to San Francisco to Denver travel fiasco (hint: not a single plane was on time.) I hurt my back playing tennis ten days ago so the extra stimuli of lower back pain made the experience extra-special enjoyable.
I fly a lot – mostly on United (for the compulsively curious, take a look at my Daytum page which lists all my travel from the beginning on 2009.) I usually refer to it as Untied. I’ve decided to start referring to it as United-Sucks.
As I sit in the San Francisco Red Carpet Club waiting for yet another three hour delayed flight (sorry – the airplane broke – but guess what – we found another one – just wait a while), I decided I’m not going to travel by air at all in August. I’m just worn out, cranky, and not doing anyone (especially my twitter followers) any favors by adding insult to injury.
Let’s see if a month of no air travel fixes my very bad attitude.