Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: A festering pit; a pustule of a fistula set athwart the miasmic swamps of the armpit of the Gulf of Mexico - a Godforsaken wart upon a dark crevasse of the World. (IAH)
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Presently, I would rather spend an hour at Houston's downtown Greyhound Bus station than in the B-84 portion of the terminal. B-84 is that miserable. Inevitably, the bus from B-84 for your flight never leaves on time. Even if you leave the B PC at the last possible moment (having quaffed enough G&T's to quell the misery you will endure aboard a Colgan-Air Saab held together by duct-tape and bailing-wire), you get to spend the better part of half an hour at B-84 with a decent percentage of Deep-East-Texas' total population of slack-jawed yokels.