So I met this Indian guy at LAX, ate Camacho's with him, he bought us Starbucks and I stole his change on accident, LMFAO like $10. I texted him and told him I'd buy him lunch one day. I felt sooo bad, he was so nice! I know he was thinking "damn black girl, I buy her coffee and she orders the Venti size, a biscotti, then takes all the change, smh". But, he says it was no big deal, and to "holla" at him when I get back to L.A, lol.
Safe flight to Pheonix for our layover, and hour and a half, not bad, no nausea or anything.
So, as we board this other plane to San Antonio, we realize we're walking a fucking sobriety line to get to our seats. This shit is like a midget plane or something, I have a bad headache and its hot as hell.
We came from U.S Airways to this shit (which is supposed to be the same airline, smh) this is gayyy. Even the baggage thingy's above our heads are small, my carry-on wouldn't even fit so its under my long ass legs.. THE FUCK! I'm pissssed.
Wish me luck, and let's pray that I don't have to land at Houston (weather conditions, blah blah)
Christmas eve in an airport? I think not!
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