Anyone that has read my blog in the past would know that I go over and above trying to take care of my passengers and crew. I fight tooth and nail with ATC, ground crews, weather, and even with my own company. I have done my very best to keep my composure even in the face of udder redonkulousness. Today, I about lost it.
We only had one quick leg to do this morning due to a huge cluster of scheduling changes do to broken airplanes yesterday. It was pretty early coming out of the NYC area, so things moved quickly. It was nice. I don't think we ever came to stop along the taxi route. Even had a nice smooth flight at cruising altitude. We ended up getting into SYR about 30 mins early. I even managed to pull off a pretty smooth landing. All as well. Or, so I thought.
I was still up front with the FO, getting things shut down and packed up when everyone was getting off. I could hear most people getting off the plane saying, "Thanks," and "Have a good day." Then I heard one douche face complaining. I tuned my ear in a bit more... He was complaining about being so early. Honestly??? Really??? I just picked my head up and looked at the FO, who heard this guy as well, and I said, "You have GOT to be kidding me..." To be honest, I'm really pretty glad that he didn't complain to me about it. I have a feeling I would have jumped down his throat.
Here we go... Really, sir? You were boarded up quickly, kept comfortable, kept safe, got to your destination early, and you're STILL bitching???? What in the hell must it be like going through life as such a miserable human fucking being that even when something is good, you still need to piss and fucking moan about it. Holy fucking shit balls. I really really wish, you sir, would get hit by a fucking truck.
*deep breaths*
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