I flew with Spirit Air.
It was for the trip to Guatemala I did this summer. Tickets were purchased weeks in advance, everything was verified, I was packed... and then the morning of my flight my phone rang.

"We are sorry, but your flight has been canceled," an Indian accented voice informed me.

Great. Fucking great.

"Look, I have to be down there for work related stuff. When is the next flight you can put me on?"

"The next flight leaves in four days sir."

I raised hell and got to a supervisor, where I raised more hell. Unfortunately corporate HQ forbade them from refunding or giving a discount for inconvenience or booking me on another flight with another airline, so sorry sir...

I emailed my friend who I was going with (who was there already) and told her of the situation, then added "If they don't get me on a goddam flight some little Hindu is gonna be seeing Lord Ganesha pretty fucking quick!"

Somehow it worked out and the flight was no longer canceled, so I got my friend to drive me to the airport. Partway there we had a tornado warning, so we holed up in a coffee shop I knew of until it was safe to drive again. I described my ordeal to Richard, including the grousing I had done to my friend, and as I finished I noticed a little statue sitting on a shelf nearby

Lord Ganesha.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 3 Sep 2009, 13:29, 2 replies)

And you got on the plane?
I'm not really superstitious, but I'd have missed that one.
(Rsoles, Thu 3 Sep 2009, 20:04, closed)

Yeah, I did.
The thing is, we didn't just have a tornado watch- we drove THROUGH the fucker. It swept over us.

And after I got to Guatemala I climbed a live volcano.

I'm badass at times.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 3 Sep 2009, 23:15, closed)