Yesterday I left my happy home to fly thousands of miles to Nashville, TN, by way of ATL (Atlanta International Airport). I hate layovers, particularly when they overshoot my destination. I really don't like layovers in ATL because so far I've been there 3 times and 2 out of those three have been crappy. My first layover sucked because my first flight landed at ATL 30 minutes before my connection took off. I was at terminal D. My connection, of course, was at terminal A...on the other side of the complex. I had to nearly run to make my flight.
My second layover in ATL sucked because I was there for 3 hours. How's that for a layover? Plenty of time to get to my connecting gate, unfortunately I had forgotten the cord to my laptop, which was nearly dead from meetings, so I couldn't work or play. Instead I walked around the airport and got some food...for 3 hours. Oh, this was also the return flight on the same trip as above. Yeah, that trip sucked.
This time through ATL, it was fine, surprisingly. BNA (Nashville International Airport)...not so much. I had a rental car reservation since I'm here for a few days (which in and of itself sucks as well) and the rental company, HERTZ, had NO cars. I never heard why, just that it would require me waiting 30 - 60 minutes. I waited over 90 before they gave me a crappy Nissan SUV, the Rogue. It's one of those cars that's trying to be an SUV, and failing miserably.
So I got in my shoebox with a lift gate and no sooner had I left the airport then Sally the Hooker (our affectionate name for TeleNav GPS, Sprint's horrible, built-in GPS app) ignored the fact that I just typed in the address of my hotel and picked a random, past destination 500 miles away in Raleigh. Fortunately, I figured this out fairly quickly but not before getting lost in the suburbs of Nashville, at night. At one point I was so flustered that I turned left and headed the wrong way down a one way street. It was at that point that I knew I should've taken a cab instead.
Getting to the meeting this morning was great. I was supposed to follow some vendor contacts however they left before I could see where they went and GPS hadn't kicked in yet so I of course, a man who poses the innate navigational abilities of a shovel, headed the wrong way. GPS kicked in just in time to let me know that I, and my unfortunate co-worker\passenger, were screwed.
Aside from the fact that travleing takes me away from my wife, this is a good indication of why I hate it.