fuck bratislava

I've learned something today. Other than the fact that I'm utterly useless. I've learned never to book a plane ticket while being in the U.S. Why? Simply because 6.55 over there MIGHT just be 18.55 over here. And it was. I arrived around 18.05 at Stansted airport(which is further away from London than Mel Gibson is from being a sane person. Far.). I had already realised that I might miss my flight, since I was running very late.

I did miss my flight, by 12 hours.

When I arrived at the terminal, none of the flights listed were going to Gothenburg, so I went to the information desk. Here is how that conversation went:

"Hi, I have a 6.55 flight to Gothenburg and I don't know where to go."
"That's strange, I can't seem to locate it. What's you reservation-number"
"F.U.C.K Y.O.U(that's not true, but that's what was going on in my head)
"That flight was at 6.55 this morning, there is an 18.55 flight to Bratislava"
".....that doesn't really help me, does it?"
"True(ya think?), there is a flight on Tuesday for 60 pounds."

After that, I just left since A. I don't have 60 pounds and B. I was about to start laughing, the guy looked just like MacGyver.