American Airlines, I unfriend you

That 24 hours it was supposed to be until I saw my love, to celebrate his graduation from officer's training, has melted into 48.
My first flight to San Francisco was delayed, then delayed and, no surprise, delayed twice more. While I certainly want any and all mechanical issues to be resolved forthwith, I would have also enjoyed it if any of the eight American Airlines agents would have helped me make my puddle jumper connection to San Luis Obispo.
But, no. Why? Because, as the first Crabbers McGee agent told me, my connection was on United.
What?! Ohhhh, yes. The lady actually said the words, "Well, it's your fault if you are late. You shouldn't have booked on United."