Can I Say I Hate Spring Breakers?

In pursuing my day job hunting the chupacabra I had the unfortunate displeasure of traveling on Sunday morning. Having navigated Hartsfield-Jackson Airport for two years, I figured that lines would be non-existant on that day in the North Terminal, and I should breeze through security and fly to Chicago as scheduled. Except I didn't factor in the high school/middle school spring breakers and their giant bag toting parents. I hate non-business travelers as it is: they don't understand the concept of constant movement, they don't follow the well established procedures at the security lines, they arouse the ire of TSA agents and make it bad for everyone, and they have children who don't let me sleep on the plane. So the combination of expecting no lines and running into giant ones - I missed my plane Sunday morning, and ended up on the standby list until the next Monday morning. Wonderful.

My only consolation was that I got to continue my analysis of where hotties fly. Since I was in an exclusive AmericanAirlines (ranked #5) terminal, I was forced to look at destinations vs. airlines. And it was a mixed bag - Miami was the clear winner with lots of young pretty things, and middle aged women with implants. Chicago was a distant second with a few cute twentysomethings. Rounding out the bottom of the list was St. Louis, and then New York City, where no one was attractive.

I would hate to live there and deal with hurricanes and whatnot, but I am definitely visiting Miami more often. I hear they have many of the unholy chupacabra there to hunt too!

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