The Delta Difference
by Mudda_Eggroll, May 29, 2025, 4:04 AM
Actually taking a comical number of Ls recently it's hilarious lmao. Here is a brief retelling of just this past weekend,,,
Part 1
For context, a while ago, I slid into this girl's DMs. For context I knew her a bit before this but not super well and also haven't talked in a few years.
Anyways, we had an initial convo that I really enjoyed? But then every time I've tried to talk to her since, she literally takes days to respond and she never initiates conversations either. So I'm like hmm... I really, really like her (because my brain is messed up), but she probably doesn't, but in the off chance she's just an abysmal texter or busy maybe I'll just go for it.
So last month, I ask her like hey I'm gonna be in your city (Atlanta) in a few weeks, do you want to spend Friday of Memorial Day weekend together? And she responds pretty enthusiastically yes (still days later). Obviously, I'm so happy about this, I plan around it and pick out a somewhat thoughtful but not too crazy present for her too.
Fast forward to this past Tuesday, I'm like hey so for this Friday I was thinking we do W and X from Y to Z pm, does that work for you? And yeahhhh ghosted. She does eventually respond Saturday night with just an oh crap I forgot to check my messages so... yeah.
Part 2
Regardless, I still fly to Atlanta since I'm volunteering for HSNCT this weekend. I watch Better Luck Tomorrow on the plane, which is about a real-life case in which a bunch of asian honors students murder another asian kid. Actually a really great movie, I think. Anyways, the HSNCT/quizbowl part of this weekend isn't that interesting, so I'm going to omit basically all of it.
So, I actually moved my flight early so I could be here in time for lunch with this girl, so now I'm at the airport early on Friday. This sucks, so I decide to go and check out the Skyclubs at ATL to see what they're like, but I forgot to save my boarding pass, which I technically need for Skyclub entry, and it disappears from the Delta app after you land, so now I'm not sure how to find it (or if it's just gone forever?). I go to Concourse E anyways, since apparently that's the best ATL Skyclub and it's empty asf with no line, I can see it. So as I walk up, I'm thinking my odds of Speech 100-ing my way in are good.
I approach the guy at the door like hey can you help me find my boarding pass and hold up the app on my phone. And this guy, some like mid 30s French dude with dyed white hair replies: "No." I figure he means he doesn't know the app either, so I ask, "alright no worries, can I go ask at the front desk?" And he says "no, you need a boarding pass." I start explaining, "hey man I have one I just can't find it" and he starts repeating "I can't give you a boarding pass" and *walking away* from me??
I am so peeved by this I create a Yelp account just to give this Skyclub a one-star rating for this. After I finish my review, I decide to leave the airport and go to the Peachtree Center for lunch instead. This begins a pattern in which (almost) everywhere I try to eat in this city hates me for some reason.
Part 3
For Friday lunch, I get fake Chinese food at the food court. $15. The General Tso's chicken leaves a strange aftertaste. That night, I pay $25 for this fish thing at a sit down restaurant which was Fine but there was like barely any fish in it. I also didn't realize this restaurant was on Resy so I didn't use my Amex.
After dinner, we walk to Baskin Robbins after. It is closed, however, so we double back and go to Krispy Kreme instead. When we enter, one of the employees tries to tell us they're closed, but their manager cuts him off and says "no we're open what can I get you guys." I pay about $2.50 for my donut, which is actually quite good. Cake batter! While I eat it, I recall that time I bought a box of Krispy Kreme from a girl I liked freshman year.
Saturday at lunch, I pay $11 for such a below average roast beef sandwich. You kinda can't mess up a sandwich so it wasn't actively "bad," but it's as bad as a sandwich can reasonably be. I warn my friend about this place. He got a sub that looked good and decent value. Let this be a warning not to you all as well: Do not patronize TJ's Sandwiches at the Peachtree Center in Atlanta, Georgia. I make a mental note to try the sub place my friend tried, but when I check for all subsequent meals the store is closed. Later that night, we go to Dairy Queen. I get, like, no fries in my Dairy Queen order. I also don't notice it only costs an extra dollar to go from a double to a triple, so missed value.
Sunday at lunch, the guy at the poke place misheard my (exceedingly loud and clear) "no" as "Coke" and I pay $4 for a Coke. There were too many people in line for me to feel like contesting it. My friend ignores my warning and decides to get a burger from TJ's Sandwiches, because for some reason he "thought maybe it would be better." It was not. I skip dinner this last night and drink some chocolate milk instead.
Part 4
Remember earlier how I mentioned I moved my flight earlier to have a larger window of potential time to spend with this girl on Friday? I actually moved my return flight later too for this reason as well. Originally, I was supposed to leave on Sunday evening, but I switch to Monday night instead, in case Friday went well and we wanted to run it back on Monday. After she gave her apology, I debated asking her again if she wants to hang out with me on Monday since Friday fell through. I ultimately chose to have some self respect and I do not do that.
On Monday morning, housekeeping barges into my room at 8:30 AM for some reason. I groggily tell her to come back later, but can't go back to sleep at that point. I check my work computer and the customer script I had run over the weekend doesn't seem to have worked properly. That will be tomorrow's problem, I tell myself.
The art museum is closed and the natural history museum didn't look that fun, so I decide to go to the Georgia Aquarium. On my walk there, I am greeted by some of the children I read for yesterday and two of their parents. I smile and tell them I hope they enjoyed the tournament. This is what it's all about :') I get to the aquarium and it costs $70 (wtf), but it was actually pretty fun. I spend about 4.5 hours and see basically all of it. Touched several fish.
As I'm sitting at a table at the aquarium contemplating what to do with the rest of my time, I go to double-check my flight, and which point I discover: I messed up when I moved my return flight -- it actually left last night and I missed it without knowing. I call the Delta Gold Medallion help line to see if they can rebook me at no cost, but they say I have to pay the difference since I got marked as a no-show. Reddit corroborates that I brought this upon myself. I pay an additional $140 so I can go home. This is not the Delta Difference I was promised.
Part 5
I rush to the MARTA Station to catch my new flight. At the subway station, it turns out the card I bought a few years ago expired because they expire every 3 years for some reason?? I try to scan with a credit card, but that doesn't work either. I go to the kiosk and buy a 1 time pass, scan in, throw it out. I get to the airport station, at which point I realize I shouldn't have thrown it out, because oh my god I forgot that you need to rescan your ticket to exit the mf station for some reason in this terrible city. I consider taking another L (for the plot at this point) and buying a new ticket just to exit, but instead I decide to just force myself in behind someone else who was leaving. It's not a turnstile, it's a literal gate made of plastic, which creaks as I force my way through, but I am stronger. I think I hear someone call after me, but I ignore them.
I actually make it past security with a solid 50 minutes before boarding. In my spare time, I return to the Concourse E Skyclub I was denied entry to a few days ago and extract as much value as I can from their food, which was actually very delicious. I consider peeing on their bathroom floor for further value extraction, but decide against it. I also get a notification I got upgraded to economy plus. Which, I better have, given I have spent double the usual rate on this flight by now. On the plane, I watch Easy A, which was kinda funny.
The flight lands and I visit the ORD Skyclub to eat more food and attempt to get more value. It was not good, but I eat a lot of it anyways. I also fill my water bottle with milk, which I guess I drink now. As I try to navigate to the airport Blue Line station, I go to the wrong terminal and have to double back. Upon review, it turns out both of these terminals work, and in fact 1, 2, and 3 all connect to the train station. Without hyperbole, I have messed up leaving O'Hare a double digit number of times in my life by now.
Part 6
To get home from O'Hare, I have to take the Blue Line (subway), then the 78 (bus). I get off the Blue Line and wait at the bus station until the scheduled time. It does not arrive. I wait several more moments. It still does not arrive. I check maps and it's only a 3 mile walk home. I start walking. About 15 minutes into my walk, the original bus passes me. I realize at this point that I ate wayy too much earlier and that plus the walking is making me very nauseous. I give up and wait for the next bus to come. After another 15 minutes, it arrives and I take it home.
When I return home, the cat does not greet me and I exchange no words with my sister. I bathe, then lie in bed fat, bloated and noticeably poorer than I was four days ago. Well, at least it beats working. Oh wait.
Part 1
For context, a while ago, I slid into this girl's DMs. For context I knew her a bit before this but not super well and also haven't talked in a few years.
Anyways, we had an initial convo that I really enjoyed? But then every time I've tried to talk to her since, she literally takes days to respond and she never initiates conversations either. So I'm like hmm... I really, really like her (because my brain is messed up), but she probably doesn't, but in the off chance she's just an abysmal texter or busy maybe I'll just go for it.
So last month, I ask her like hey I'm gonna be in your city (Atlanta) in a few weeks, do you want to spend Friday of Memorial Day weekend together? And she responds pretty enthusiastically yes (still days later). Obviously, I'm so happy about this, I plan around it and pick out a somewhat thoughtful but not too crazy present for her too.
Fast forward to this past Tuesday, I'm like hey so for this Friday I was thinking we do W and X from Y to Z pm, does that work for you? And yeahhhh ghosted. She does eventually respond Saturday night with just an oh crap I forgot to check my messages so... yeah.
Part 2
Regardless, I still fly to Atlanta since I'm volunteering for HSNCT this weekend. I watch Better Luck Tomorrow on the plane, which is about a real-life case in which a bunch of asian honors students murder another asian kid. Actually a really great movie, I think. Anyways, the HSNCT/quizbowl part of this weekend isn't that interesting, so I'm going to omit basically all of it.
So, I actually moved my flight early so I could be here in time for lunch with this girl, so now I'm at the airport early on Friday. This sucks, so I decide to go and check out the Skyclubs at ATL to see what they're like, but I forgot to save my boarding pass, which I technically need for Skyclub entry, and it disappears from the Delta app after you land, so now I'm not sure how to find it (or if it's just gone forever?). I go to Concourse E anyways, since apparently that's the best ATL Skyclub and it's empty asf with no line, I can see it. So as I walk up, I'm thinking my odds of Speech 100-ing my way in are good.
I approach the guy at the door like hey can you help me find my boarding pass and hold up the app on my phone. And this guy, some like mid 30s French dude with dyed white hair replies: "No." I figure he means he doesn't know the app either, so I ask, "alright no worries, can I go ask at the front desk?" And he says "no, you need a boarding pass." I start explaining, "hey man I have one I just can't find it" and he starts repeating "I can't give you a boarding pass" and *walking away* from me??
I am so peeved by this I create a Yelp account just to give this Skyclub a one-star rating for this. After I finish my review, I decide to leave the airport and go to the Peachtree Center for lunch instead. This begins a pattern in which (almost) everywhere I try to eat in this city hates me for some reason.
Part 3
For Friday lunch, I get fake Chinese food at the food court. $15. The General Tso's chicken leaves a strange aftertaste. That night, I pay $25 for this fish thing at a sit down restaurant which was Fine but there was like barely any fish in it. I also didn't realize this restaurant was on Resy so I didn't use my Amex.
After dinner, we walk to Baskin Robbins after. It is closed, however, so we double back and go to Krispy Kreme instead. When we enter, one of the employees tries to tell us they're closed, but their manager cuts him off and says "no we're open what can I get you guys." I pay about $2.50 for my donut, which is actually quite good. Cake batter! While I eat it, I recall that time I bought a box of Krispy Kreme from a girl I liked freshman year.
Saturday at lunch, I pay $11 for such a below average roast beef sandwich. You kinda can't mess up a sandwich so it wasn't actively "bad," but it's as bad as a sandwich can reasonably be. I warn my friend about this place. He got a sub that looked good and decent value. Let this be a warning not to you all as well: Do not patronize TJ's Sandwiches at the Peachtree Center in Atlanta, Georgia. I make a mental note to try the sub place my friend tried, but when I check for all subsequent meals the store is closed. Later that night, we go to Dairy Queen. I get, like, no fries in my Dairy Queen order. I also don't notice it only costs an extra dollar to go from a double to a triple, so missed value.
Sunday at lunch, the guy at the poke place misheard my (exceedingly loud and clear) "no" as "Coke" and I pay $4 for a Coke. There were too many people in line for me to feel like contesting it. My friend ignores my warning and decides to get a burger from TJ's Sandwiches, because for some reason he "thought maybe it would be better." It was not. I skip dinner this last night and drink some chocolate milk instead.
Part 4
Remember earlier how I mentioned I moved my flight earlier to have a larger window of potential time to spend with this girl on Friday? I actually moved my return flight later too for this reason as well. Originally, I was supposed to leave on Sunday evening, but I switch to Monday night instead, in case Friday went well and we wanted to run it back on Monday. After she gave her apology, I debated asking her again if she wants to hang out with me on Monday since Friday fell through. I ultimately chose to have some self respect and I do not do that.
On Monday morning, housekeeping barges into my room at 8:30 AM for some reason. I groggily tell her to come back later, but can't go back to sleep at that point. I check my work computer and the customer script I had run over the weekend doesn't seem to have worked properly. That will be tomorrow's problem, I tell myself.
The art museum is closed and the natural history museum didn't look that fun, so I decide to go to the Georgia Aquarium. On my walk there, I am greeted by some of the children I read for yesterday and two of their parents. I smile and tell them I hope they enjoyed the tournament. This is what it's all about :') I get to the aquarium and it costs $70 (wtf), but it was actually pretty fun. I spend about 4.5 hours and see basically all of it. Touched several fish.
As I'm sitting at a table at the aquarium contemplating what to do with the rest of my time, I go to double-check my flight, and which point I discover: I messed up when I moved my return flight -- it actually left last night and I missed it without knowing. I call the Delta Gold Medallion help line to see if they can rebook me at no cost, but they say I have to pay the difference since I got marked as a no-show. Reddit corroborates that I brought this upon myself. I pay an additional $140 so I can go home. This is not the Delta Difference I was promised.
Part 5
I rush to the MARTA Station to catch my new flight. At the subway station, it turns out the card I bought a few years ago expired because they expire every 3 years for some reason?? I try to scan with a credit card, but that doesn't work either. I go to the kiosk and buy a 1 time pass, scan in, throw it out. I get to the airport station, at which point I realize I shouldn't have thrown it out, because oh my god I forgot that you need to rescan your ticket to exit the mf station for some reason in this terrible city. I consider taking another L (for the plot at this point) and buying a new ticket just to exit, but instead I decide to just force myself in behind someone else who was leaving. It's not a turnstile, it's a literal gate made of plastic, which creaks as I force my way through, but I am stronger. I think I hear someone call after me, but I ignore them.
I actually make it past security with a solid 50 minutes before boarding. In my spare time, I return to the Concourse E Skyclub I was denied entry to a few days ago and extract as much value as I can from their food, which was actually very delicious. I consider peeing on their bathroom floor for further value extraction, but decide against it. I also get a notification I got upgraded to economy plus. Which, I better have, given I have spent double the usual rate on this flight by now. On the plane, I watch Easy A, which was kinda funny.
The flight lands and I visit the ORD Skyclub to eat more food and attempt to get more value. It was not good, but I eat a lot of it anyways. I also fill my water bottle with milk, which I guess I drink now. As I try to navigate to the airport Blue Line station, I go to the wrong terminal and have to double back. Upon review, it turns out both of these terminals work, and in fact 1, 2, and 3 all connect to the train station. Without hyperbole, I have messed up leaving O'Hare a double digit number of times in my life by now.
Part 6
To get home from O'Hare, I have to take the Blue Line (subway), then the 78 (bus). I get off the Blue Line and wait at the bus station until the scheduled time. It does not arrive. I wait several more moments. It still does not arrive. I check maps and it's only a 3 mile walk home. I start walking. About 15 minutes into my walk, the original bus passes me. I realize at this point that I ate wayy too much earlier and that plus the walking is making me very nauseous. I give up and wait for the next bus to come. After another 15 minutes, it arrives and I take it home.
When I return home, the cat does not greet me and I exchange no words with my sister. I bathe, then lie in bed fat, bloated and noticeably poorer than I was four days ago. Well, at least it beats working. Oh wait.
This post has been edited 2 times. Last edited by Mudda_Eggroll, May 29, 2025, 4:05 AM