No pilots. Then no gas.
Then the fuel truck was "old and slow."
An hour later, we get wheels up with the usual sampling of snarky burnouts posing as flight attendants and a pair of teenagers in the cockpit.
Land in Charlotte. Nowhere to park the plane.
Sit on tarmac for 40 mins watching our connections fall like dominoes.
Sprint a mile to next gate.
The usual rude gate agents greet us with that good ol' American Airlines air of indifference.
Finally board in this miniature plane with three mins to spare. Have to surrender bags because it's American and they dont like people with luggage.
Smells like an old balogna hoagie and is hotter than two rats going at it in a wool sock in here.
Another gaggle of burned out, clinically depressed, frazzled flight attendants who are doing the carnival barker bit selling a high-interest credit card. "SEVENTY THOUSAND MILES!!!"
Lovely.
And the lady in 4A is snoring like a rhino with sinusitis. Double-lovely.
TL;DR: You know, just another trip ruined with incredible efficiency by American Airlines.