The second leg of my flight to The Old City was delayed by weather, if by "weather" you mean "we're saying weather because then we don't have to pay for a hotel or comp you for any inconvenience this may cause you." The 3 hour delay was irritating in and of itself. The 3 hour delay put me at my final destination 2 hours after my rental car counter agency closed for the night which turbocharged the irritation.
SuperK suggested that I go to the service counter of the offending airline if by "service" you mean "get the %$!! away from me." Reluctantly and with little hope I did so. I'm not so good when I'm in the mood to be pissed.
"That's rough," the lady said, making a sympathetic looking face. My options were to try to find a hotel with a shuttle at 3 in the morning for less than the cost of 8 ounces of gold bullion or take a taxi to my sister's house, incurring a cost nearly as large as renting a car for an entire week or asking my sister to come pick me up. She offered to do anything to help - Anything! -short of coming to pick me up, which was the help that I needed.
It's only help if you're doing something that someone wants done.
I called a buddy in The Program. He drove through the pouring rain to pick me up at 3AM then drove me out to my sister's house. He packed a bag of food for me.
This Program. Where else you gonna find friends like that?
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