I was a horrible gate. Travelers wondered why I existed. I heard the complaints. I felt the anger of travelers. I wanted to be an innominate piece of aviation infrastructure for arrivals and departures, But I was a horrible gate.
I wanted to provide comfort and certainty to visitors to our nation's Capital. I felt a desire to be unsung, But I touched the anger centers of innumerable rovers. I'm ashamed at the way people viewed me, But I was a horrible gate.
I understand people hate me. I aspired to be a vital and useful element of transit for the weary traveler. I dreamed to have a modern jetway to whisk riders off to blissful locations. I tried to provide a convenient service. I hoped I would be remembered fondly, But I was a horrible gate.
I didn't have any of the characteristics I desired. I was known for crowded inclement shuttle buses - not a jetway. I had a discombobulated boarding system with confusing sub-gates, puzzling seating areas and a mystifying check-in system. Throngs of dissatisfied visitors cursed my name when their ticket read 35X. I was a horrible gate.
