Remind me never, ever to use Priceline again. And you shouldn't either. What a horrific bitch I just talked with on the phone. I hate it when I feel like I'm talking with someone with a list of stock phrases to say if someone is upset. Someone gives you a long sob story? Say this. Someone says he is never going to use Priceline again, as well as tell all his friends? Say this. God, I hate that. She was inhuman.
Delta seems to be helpful, though. I have to call tonight at 3:20am to see if I can get on the 6:20am flight and make it to Albuquerque on time. I was all set to buy a new plane ticket this afternoon, one way, because that cost would be about the same cost as the rental car I would have to get if I were going to fly in at midnight like originally planned. Me, driving alone in the desert at midnight to a place I don't know and can't find directions to? Probably not a good idea. I still get lost going to White Marsh sometimes.
One last thing - as annoying as the Red Sox and all their fans are, at least I'm not friends with any White Sox fans. I can't stand their Posednik powered offense, their idiotic manager or general manager - neither of whom I could stand as players, either - and the fact that they're playing way over their heads and beating up on bad teams like the Royals makes me hold them to even more disdain. I can't wait until they fall to third place.
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