|Muddasick! The airport of hell|
|Thursday, 24 June 2010 07:21|
I travel home once a year to Nassau to see my family and enjoy for one week. Getting home is a quick journey from Fort Lauderdale, one hour to be exact.
But boy!I dread doing anything else with that airport. The first time I brought my American wife home to meet my family, that airport made our trip the worst trip ever.
Bahamasair overbooked our flight and wouldn’t let us on, despite the fact that we bought our tickets three months in advance. They stole just our food luggage and wouldn't compensate us for the loss.
And bey! When I spoke with management, I flipped out on him, because he was very disrespectful. He stated “that maybe I didn’t understand the culture or the Bahamian accent in what they were trying explain to me why they can’t seem to find my container full of food.” I stuffed my Bahamian passport in his face and gave him a lesson in total customer service. Just because I haven’t been home in six years, with an American accent, does not mean I don’t Know my own culture or vibes.
Customs needs reform. These workers act like we owe them when passing through the airport. They need to stop doing foolishness. On my passport photo I had a big afro, but recently cut it off. I have a small noticeable scar on the side of eyebrow that is clearly noticeable in the picture. The Customs officer wanted to argue with me, saying that it wasn’t me. He must have put on his dumb shirt that day and get me vex (mad). Bey I was one island away from slapping this young Customs officer with his dumb shirt on.
Well Muddasick! I couldn’t stop sucking my teeth 'til my mouth run dry. It took two of my family members who work at the airport and happened to be walking through to explain to this young boy (Customs officer), my statue. Well Muddasick!
Vex Flyer going through the airport of hell
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