Leavin' On A Jet Plane
Normally I am loathe to watch reality TV, but Airline on A&E is one of the few shows I can stomach.
But there are even times when I can't stand to watch that, either.
Most of it stems from the passengers who arrive late and then figure the airline has done something wrong.
A group of football fans spend the hour before their flight drinking, show up at the gate at 1:14 p.m. for their 1:15 p.m. flight, and are shocked — shocked! — that the doors have closed and their seats have been given to someone else.
A woman misses her flight and then has a hissyfit at the agent who is trying to help her find another flight (granted, she was trying to get to her dying mother, but if it was that important, I would think you'd be at the terminal a little earlier).
Another woman arrives at the airport 20 minutes before her flight leaves, gets stopped at security, misses her flight, and subsequently reams out the agent — and she didn't have a dying mother to get to.
I swear, the ticket agents must have the patience of saints. One, in particular, at the Los Angeles airport named Mike is especially good. That guy's my hero. I want to travel to L.A. just to shake his hand and thank him for putting up with so much B.S.
I mean, it's not that hard to be on time for a friggin' flight, is it? If it is, perhaps more people need to invest in quality timepieces.
But there are even times when I can't stand to watch that, either.
Most of it stems from the passengers who arrive late and then figure the airline has done something wrong.
A group of football fans spend the hour before their flight drinking, show up at the gate at 1:14 p.m. for their 1:15 p.m. flight, and are shocked — shocked! — that the doors have closed and their seats have been given to someone else.
A woman misses her flight and then has a hissyfit at the agent who is trying to help her find another flight (granted, she was trying to get to her dying mother, but if it was that important, I would think you'd be at the terminal a little earlier).
Another woman arrives at the airport 20 minutes before her flight leaves, gets stopped at security, misses her flight, and subsequently reams out the agent — and she didn't have a dying mother to get to.
I swear, the ticket agents must have the patience of saints. One, in particular, at the Los Angeles airport named Mike is especially good. That guy's my hero. I want to travel to L.A. just to shake his hand and thank him for putting up with so much B.S.
I mean, it's not that hard to be on time for a friggin' flight, is it? If it is, perhaps more people need to invest in quality timepieces.
posted by Glenn @ 8:15:00 PM
1 Comments:
At 11:21 AM,
Nic said…
I've never even heard of such a show... sounds pretty crazy.
Thanks to a large dose of inherited anal-retentiveness, I'm always the girl who's there four hours early and then has nothing to do but buy trashy magazines and souvenier fridge magnets. That's the real reason they ask you to show up early, you know. It has nothing to do with the flight at all.
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