So, the fiance is in Detroit. I'm flying out this evening to see her for the holidays. There are no decently priced flights out of the LA area, so I book a flight out of Las Vegas. We've done this before. 4 hour drive to save $200 is a fair trade. The only problem is that I left right after work. So... it's 7pm before I even get out of the LA metro area. I haul ass across the desert as soon as I can force my way into some open road, and arrive at the parking structure an hour before my flight. I'm good, right? You'd think so... but you'd be wrong. I miss the shuttle by seconds... literally. I watched it drive away. Fuck it, call me a cab. I've got a plane to catch. The cab arrives lickity split, like a good cabbie (literally, I hadn't even unloaded my bags from my car) and I jump in. To the Airport! I stand in line at the Kiosk, and when it comes to my turn, it says that I am too late to check in. I apparently can't check in for my flight within 45 mins. I missed the cutoff by less than 2 mins. Seriously. Had there been one more kiosk that worked instead of 4 of the out of order, I would have been fine. But as to the time hack, When the fuck did this happen? I had ALWAYS heard 30 mins prior in order to check a bag. They won't even print me a boarding pass. I pulled my military ID and everything. No dice. I actually looked at my watch and told the lady "it hasn't even started boarding yet, and you won't let me in?" nope - "the system won't let me do it. I'm sorry" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? I know for a fact I have boarded in less time. This is a red eye mind you, and I have just driven from Los Angeles, so I am pissed off and exhausted, being put on standby for the next flight, which doesn't leave till tomorrow morning... meaning the remote day I was planning on having tomorrow isn't going to happen, and I will likely have to take a PTO day instead. Fuck you Delta Airlines, LA traffic, and the POS drivers on the I-10, and I-15 who wrecked their POS cars along the way and caused there to be a backup in traffic in what should have been an open road through the desert. Californians can't drive for shit.
Anyway, now I am sitting here in the USO at Las Vegas international, listening to a bunch of little baby service members taking leave from boot camp bagging on each other about how tough they are and telling war stories about basic fucking training. I hate them so, so much right now. They need to STFU like good little privates (well, some are Seamen, I guess) and stare at their boots. Half the people in this USO have a combat tour. You can tell who they are, even in civvies. When you actually are a tough guy, you don't have to act like one anymore. But these little boot camp puppies are oblivious to the wealth of quiet, unassuming, badassery all around them. Keep your mouth shut long enough and you might just learn something.
Anyway, I write all of this because I am really frustrated with this whole situation and pissed off at the world (even though I am fully aware that it is really no one's fault) and if I didn't express myself in some form or fashion I would go all "Firstie Year Beast I Cadre" on these children.
"There is no disdain so complete as that of the old soldier for the new" - Rudyard Kipling.