The thoughts & opinions of Sassarella, the Queen of Sass as she cavorts in 's Gravenhage & beyond. Brought to you by CES's (Chief Executive Slaves) of Big Skanky Ho Inc.
I was delayed by one day because my flight to London was delayed by one hour and I was told that I wouldn't make my connection. A short bout of irritation later, I was booked on a flight for Saturday, this time with a longer stopover in London so as to ensure that there would be no repeat performances. I got to London okay, survived my four hour Heathrow stopover, only to end up sitting on the tarmac for an hour and a half while some moron's luggage was removed from the plane. I made it here in one piece, sometime around 1:30am, Sunday morning. I made it to my bed sometime around 3:30am, Sunday morning. That night, I slept like the dead.
That main point here, of course, is that I'm in Toronto and I've vowed never to fly air canada again.
