The Airline gods are against me

OK. I am a type A personality. You ALL know that. I do things usually on time, the right way, and perfect things. So, when EVERYTHING went wrong on my flight last night, I was (understandably) pissed off. I was flying Air-Tran out of Chicago. I left for the El train at 5:00. I got to the airport at 5:45. I checked in and checked my bag and was at the gate by 6:15. My flight was set to leave at 7:35. The plane got in a bit late, so they started boarding late. The terminal was packed with people. There were about 10 people in line at all times, and people were sitting on the floor too. I heard them board first class. Then about five minutes later, they boarded the back of the plane. then I waited. I didn't hear them call anything for a few minutes and got bored of waiting, so I went to just get on. I hand my ticket to the lady, and at the same time notice the door is closed. I asked why the door was closed, and she says "we've closed out the flight". I nearly exploded. I told her (actually quite calmly), that I'd been sitting in the terminal for an hour and never heard a) my row, b) a last call for all rows or c) my name (since of course, I'd checked in). She replied with a shrug and said she could put me on the next flight. For a moment I figured - well, maybe I wasn't paying close enough attention. Until another passenger walked up (who I'd seen in the terminal this whole time IE - NOT LATE) and tried to get on, saying his row was not called either. She kindly offered to put him on the next flight as well.

I was smoking mad. I couldn't believe this. Meanwhile, the plane was still there, she was just not letting us board it. So she puts us on the next flight - set to leave over an hour later. That flight was very empty, and left on time. We actually arrived in Atlanta 15 minutes early. But conveniently, our gate still had a plane in it, and it was running late, so we pulled into the gate ~15 minutes late.

We were now in Terminal C. I go down to catch the train, and wait about 5 minutes before realizing that it's taken too long. It is not running. So, unfortunately, I start walking. Conveniently, gate C is the third farthest terminal (at least not the farthest). And at least there are moving walkways between the terminals. Or are there? the walkways were shut off. So basically, I should've been wearing my gym clothes to hike all the way to the baggage claim.

I finally get to baggage claim, and *luckily* they haven't lost my bag (since it came on the earlier flight), but, they did completely tear the handle off my brand new suitcase. It was already 1:00am at this point, so I didn't bother waiting to report it. At least it's still under warantee, so I'll just return it. arggh, it was a long night of annoyances at the airport.