14 - Airline Industry - Part 1

The day started fine. After work I went home and packed my bags in anticipation of seeing my kids for the weekend. I was scheduled on the red-eye out of Seattle, so I arrived at the airport with plenty of time - two hours early as usual.

On this day, two hours was too early. It gave my attitude extra time to deteriorate...

One.
The security check-point I typically use was closed. I walked the quarter mile to the other checkpoint to find a lone TSA Agent servicing the whole State of Washington. Like a good little sheep, I got in line with nary a grumble and waited my turn. Secured, I walked the quarter mile back to where I should have been thirty minutes ago.

Two.
As I waited by the departure gate, I happened to notice the departure time was 11:55p, not the scheduled 11:17p. As any airline professional will tell you, there are many very good and valid reasons for delay. I will list them for you:

1. Because. (completely out of our control)


2. Act of God ie: There’s Weather. (completely out of our control)


3. The flight crew didn’t get their 20 minutes of beauty rest and due to FAA regulations and reason #1 it is completely out of our control.


4. We don’t have a plane. (completely out of our control)


5. Mechanical difficulty. (completely out of our control)


6. The inbound flight is delayed. (see #1-5, and it’s completely out of our control)

Don’t bother calling the 800 number. I’ve tried. It’s futile, because how can they be responsible for crap that is completely out of their control?

Blog: You're out of control.

Three.
Idiot travelers. Your rolly bag goes WHEELS FIRST into the bin. Nice and easy. NOT SIDEWAYS. Keep your purse with you. And your cardigan. And your hat. And your bottled water. And all your moronic extra traveling crap. It’s not rocket science. Rolly bag in the bin, other crap under the seat in front of you or on your lap you selfish, inconsiderate jerk.

I had to go back seven rows to find a spot to stow my bag. Yes, I was pissed when we landed and I had to swim downstream against traffic to retrieve it.

Four.
I had been traveling so much that I’d finally racked up enough frequent flier miles to qualify for complimentary Economy Plus seating and was excited about enjoying it for the first time. There is so much more leg room, it felt downright spacious. I called out to my feet, “Can you hear me down there??” Echo. Echo. Echo.

No. They couldn’t. That’s how roomy it is.

Blog: Sometimes I think you’re retarded.

ANyway. The plane was nearly full, and there was a rare empty seat between me and my row-mate. Fortunately for us, and in the nick of time, two people stuffed into one body joined us in our row. I’m not sure words can describe how very upset I was by this point.

Who’s the moron who arranged this seating assignment? It doesn’t matter. Because of circumstances “beyond their control” I ended up getting to use HALF of my Economy Plus seat. The two people in the middle seat were disguised as a Rabbi. They smelled extremely NON-kosher, spread out over their seat (and a large portion of mine) and proceeded to fall asleep. I was in the aisle seat, so I spent the night cuddling their arm on one side and being beaten to a pulp by the beverage cart on the other.

Where’s the justice when all the skinny bitches are in first class and the fat Rabbis are sitting on my lap in coach?

Somebody should fix that.