Greetings from flight 138 from Vancouver to Toronto. Once again I have the fucking middle seat, right behind a screaming toddler.
Air Canada, due to layoffs, had exactly ONE person checking in the bags for all domestic flights. So the time you save by using the automated check-in was wasted in a baggage line 300 deep.
Of course there were other airline officials available. But instead of helping, they were busy handing out the addresses of Air Canada corporate, so we could all send our complaint letters. Yes, I am a victim of work-to-rule.
Then, once again, I was stuck behind the dude who tries to get through the metal detector wearing a veritable suit of armour. Dumbass.
Did I mention I’m hungover and miserable? Can you tell?