The Illadelph

Yeah, that's what I've heard Philly referred to as. Anyway, I'm in the Philadelphia airport, and it sucks. It's one of the more convoluted places I've ever been in. Example - I'm flying US Air. Logic dictates that I should check in at the US Air ticket kiosks. But no, I had to check in at the America West kiosks. Granted, they're codeshare, but I'm flying out of the A gates and America West is flying out of the C gates. Frickin' annoying when the heat in the airport is mysteriously unable to shut off. Seriously, I might take off my pants - it's that hot. Plus, there's only one place to connect to the internet - the food court. After three hours' sleep last night and a 4:45 am start to my day, all I want is to curl up in a seat by the corner of a gate and shut the world out (while i play on the internet). But no, Friday afternoon dictates that all the weekend-starved assholes bring their fat little bratty kids to the food court so they can scarf cheeseburgers before flying to Myrtle Beach. The one that threw the coke at my computer is in for an ass-whoopin'.