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Dear DFW disability assistance staff,
It's been four days and I'm STILL pissed off at you. I don't normally hold a grudge about something that is over and done with, but seriously WHAT. THE. FUCK?!
You deal with people who need help getting off Plane A to Gate B. You're seriously NOT going to be at the door to the plane because someone was convulsively vomiting and shaking on the plane and not able to stand up a minute, so you leave the gate? And then he has to sit there in the 104 degree heat and wait for your ass to come back? While shaking and GREEN and the flight staff is freaking out... Then, you drop us off at a McDonald's "Courtesy Cart" who flies us to the edge of the next terminal... thank you for NOT helping me with the three carry-ons and two seat cushions. And make him walk to an elevator, take it up a floor and walk to the next cart, ride another 200 yards and do it all over again? Do you not see him shaking and turning white? And then, homegirl bitchiness... you mean to tell me that you are put out by the thought of helping me push him in a wheelchair just TWO GATES DOWN because I'm struggling with the three carryons and two seat cushions. I'm sooooooooo sorry to put your fat ass out by walking 200 feet. And you know what? American Airlines staff kicks your sorry ass. I cried my eyes out 20 minutes later when they upgraded us to first class and found him a cot to lay down on when we were delayed an hour and a half. I never want to wish harm on someone but I hope that one day, each and every one of you has to rely on someone else to help you out so you know that feeling of weakness, embarrassment, and sheer necessity of will to make it through a horrible situation.
And, Jacksonville International Airport staff? Fuck you, too. Except the little muppet man that pushed S so fast through the terminal after we waited 10 minutes in the heat getting off the plane again that I had to run to keep up. And then the guy who took pity on my trying to push him myself... with the three carryons and two seat cushions... and pulled two wheelchairs at a time up the ramps and to baggage claim. He was alright until he started bitching later about helping the other little old lady with her three bags from Hawaii. Most of the airport staff... you can go FUCK yourselves with a nettle-encrusted dildo. In the ass.
Sincerely,
one pissed off n0odle.
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