My 1:45 flight had been pushed back to 5pm.
I hate American Airlines. They're pathological liars who will never tell you what's really going on.
Hungover and exhausted I decided to go to the Admiral's club for the same reason some people climb mountains: because it's there.
Sure, it was going to cost me $50 but it was my birthday(not really; my birthday had come and gone but I like to extend my birthday to the length of a massive music festival like Reading or Coachella.)
My fantasy: the Admiral's Club would have swank leather chairs, free booze, hot towels, delicious snacks and maybe even a gym or a Sauna.
The reality: the Admiral's club was like the lobby of a Hilton. It did have lockers to stow your stuff but the snacks consisted of Chex Mix and Coffee, and all the alcohol cost extra. There were free computers but suddenly the $50 price tag seemed quite exorbitant.
I walked around for 15 minutes trying to find something to justify the price.
Maybe there was a home theater with a huge selection of DVD's or a complimentary fortune teller on the premises.
I ended up playing poker online and listening to the guy in the next booth discuss his options portfolio with his broker.
I do admit that when I stepped out of the Admiral's club and back into DFW airport I felt like I was in a giant restroom.
The dirty tiled floors and fluorescent lights brought home why I hate airports and dread getting stuck in them: they're uncomfortable places.
