I hate Atlanta

For the second time in 4 days, I’m in a hotel in Atlanta because of Delta. Twice last evening, I was booked on a flight with just enough time to arrive, panting, at the gate, as the plane pulled away. Once at 11:50, and once at 12:25. Then, with the efficiency of the “service” desk, I finally ended up arriving at the hotel at 2am. Now, I’m on the way back to the airport after about 4 hours of sleep, in the same clothes I wore yesterday. I’m tired, grumpy, and very fed up with Delta.