Flight from Philadelphia to Las Vegas: Cancelled. Had to stay in a crummy hotel with an airline voucher for 10 bucks each for dinner and 5 bucks each for breakfast. Didn’t pack extra clothes, so we had to wash underwear in the second sink. Philadelphia looks and smells like an armpit, by the way. Got on a plane at 7 the next day (today) to Phoenix. They stuck us in an exit row so we had to cram our carry-ons in the bin. We then had to catch a connecting flight to Vegas, that was delayed for 40 minutes because some stewardess got sick. Sorry, flight attendant, whatever. I don’t need a fucking flight attendant for a 50 minute hop where i don’t get any drink service anyway. I didn’t see a flight attendant ONCE, except for in the first class section where they got wine and blow jobs. And THEN they had they nerve to advertise their first class service as an improvement over the “cramped economy class cabin”. WTF. I am weary from travel and smell funny. I want a shower and a sammich.