Still likeXjet, just don’t “like-like” them anymore
Update from yesterday. Scheduled departure 2:05pm Time I left the airport to go home after weather-related delays: 3:45pm Time I’m supposed to leave today: 2:05pm So, it was a hassle. It cost me $9.95 for a one-day wireless pass. I sat in an airport sports bar for 9 hours. I listened to more National Public Radio on my Palm via Internet Radio than I think is legally allowed for what I donate each year. It started to sound like a parody, but between that and Italian Opera, it was a no-brainer. At least they changed my ticket with no charge, found my bag quickly and returned it to me, same nice attitude. I still like them, but – and it could have been a great love affair – I don’t like-them-like-them anymore.
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