interesting last year ended in Geneva. divine dawned with a blizzard and the airport had to close for nearly four hours. Supposedly I left at 11:00 am, after my flight dispatch ... but no. I came at 15:00 off in search of missing dinner.
I arrived at the central station of Geneva and ... the sky turned water ice and snow swept sidewalks. I went to my house soaked to the aura, inevitable. I changed my uniform back cascade. I rushed to finish in a department store where whole tribes camped out the aisles, any number of prams, families in perfect formation, fan-like, moving like amoebas, as opening, closing any possibility of escape. Ladies, with a high crest and pounds of jewelry, asking the shopkeeper, and who not want the thing, they could offer to his guests that night. "English people" arguing about the quality of the grapes. A tsunami of crazy people to buy last time I was there.
Dinner. Sausage, bread, champagne and pajamas. The purchase was for another day. The accumulated fatigue of the whole of December, we exploded at about 23:00. The new year we caught in the middle of the dessert and talking-to vary-from the airport.
Two days later, chaos was taking shape. We were informed at about 21:00 on day before the flight the next day ... was canceled. A flight with 133 passengers, mismito which is full of all connections to Latin America. Just at this time where all flights are plump, plump, plump.
Reason for cancellation. Strike by flight controllers at the destination city. Guess the name of the airline.
Now I ask you. How it is explained to the passengers, who lost all their connections, which the airline is not going to give them anything, "hotel and / or compensation-because they-the airline, is not responsible for the cancellation.
To make a long story short, a fool he sat from 06:00 to 17:30, without break or go to the bathroom and drinking liters of coffee-making games juggling all passengers connections -386 tickets. Breakfast at 18:00 on that day.
... I forgot, there was only one computer ... you know. Our friend Murphy. He, as good people, never abandons us and less on these wonderful moments.
Chévere ... right?
And then ask "Silma ... have time without writing."
But with all this . We love our work. Will we masochists?
Before I forget ... I wish you a regal 2009. I hope with all my heart and drink to this, which this year is as close to their best dreams.
All the best for you, always.
NOTE: I owe you the third installment of " PASSENGER ALL THINGS TO KNOW BEFORE YOU DEPRESS THE AIRPORT! !
PS: I got my Christmas cards?
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