Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Fuck you STA Travel

That's THREE FOR THREE now. Three times I have given you my custom and three times you have fucked me in the arse. And not small fucking things either: it's either NO tickets or it's the WRONG ticket or the wrong fucking flight. I say no more and bid you good day, Sir.

UPDATE: Oh and this is what you call the AISLE SEAT I REQUESTED IS IT?? Right, because to me it looks like I'm sandwiched between a weird smelling freak who slurps EVERYTHING HE DRINKS and a comatose woman who may or may not have died somewhere over the Indian ocean. Whatev!

3 comments:

observer said...

My travel agent is not only lovely, she'll book flights by email. Which helps when you're at work. She managed to get us an open jaw Perth - Vietnam - Cambodia - Perth ticket so I can't praise her highly enough. Can send you her number if you like.

Big Man H said...

Fucking in the arse is not always a bad thing kate :)

my name is kate said...

Thanks observer - too late now, I fear. Just got to suck it up.

And heh BM H - you speak the truth. This is the bad kind though. Like, say, being fucked with a broken bottle after you've just eaten a really big curry...