in Heathrow Airport in London at the Marco Polo Lounge.
I dunno why but I really hate Heathrow, no matter how they try to fix and window dress it, it still feels . . . well creaky, and geeez you'd think your trying to figure out a maze of ornery just trying to get from point A to B means from point A go to point Z then from point Z go to point M, double back and go up to Point F then walk backwards three steps to reach point B.
And the people in the services, well not all, are not helpful at all, some are haughty and arrogant, some are just plain . . . ugh
I shouldn't say this, i might get deported.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
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