Saturday, June 28, 2008

Airline Rant

I am going to go on a little rant about airlines. I flew to Philadelphia this past week for Barb's Harley Davidson Women's Riding Essentials Class. The event was sponsored by Kryptonite.
Anyway, I rushed to leave work to get to the airport to find out that my flight was an hour and half delayed due to mechanical problem. So I sat at the airport and waited with everyone else. Fortunately the flight is only 40 minutes so once we got in the air we didn't have long. I ended up being 2 hours late. I thought oh well complaining isn't going to get me anywhere. The next day Nicole and I did a riding class. We had a great turnout of girls, but I will write about that next week with some pictures.
I had a flight scheduled for last night but I figured I would try to go home early because I had a lot of work to do. There is a flight about every hour from PHL to PVD (Providence, RI) so I thought I would be able to go on standby on an earlier one. I woke up at 6 am to call the airline to see what was available. To my amazement every flight was full!
I guess I will just going to have to wait. I arrived at the airport about 4:45 for a 6pm flight. I walked right through security and got to the gate to find out the plane was an hour delayed! Dajavu. Also the airport terminals air conditioning was broken and packed with people. It had to be a 100 degrees in there. People had sweat dripping off there heads. During the day in Philly it was at least 95 degrees out!
We ended up boarding the place 2 hours late. Then once we got on the runway the captain came on and said " sorry folks but we are going to be sitting here a while so I will turn off the seat belt sign so you can move about the cabin". Great! What a nice captain allowing us to walk freely in the 12" isle.
I ended up getting home at midnight! So the plane was about 4 hours late! I was thinking that the time I spent just at the airport I could have driven down and back. There's nothing like wanting to come home and have to deal with delays.
I am dreading my next flight! I feel sorry for people that depend on airlines to get them to a scheduled event on time. And the airlines now have enough nerve to charge for luggage!


Anonymous said...


You're preaching to the choir, my friend. I'm not a frequent flier, but every flight I've been on lately has been a nightmare. My scheduled flight to Sturgis has three stops. I'm just hoping I get there.


Anonymous said...

Oh Jody...I'm so sorry!!! That's such a bummer. I know how you wanted to get home. Sorry!!!

Anonymous said...

I fly to Philly about 3-4 times a year and always fly SouthWest. Even tho I don't like the seating arrangements with A, B, & C boarding, the prices are the best and they seem to have very convenient flights. Once or twice the flight had to..what do you call around Philly because of air traffic. But at least we were over Philly so I guess if got really impatient I could just...JUMP!!! Maybe instead of peanuts (a 5 piece bag) the airlines should supply parachutes. LOL Sorry Jody that ur flight was such a bummer!!!

Anonymous said...

Yeah and Thug better be there. Just remember if you get stuck in Denver its only 400 hundred miles away. If you get stuck in Minneapolis its a 10 hour drive. Stuck anywhere else guess yiu just have to wait it out. Looking forward to pahtying with Thug and Streets in Sturgis!!!
SP :-)

Anonymous said...

I might take a plane...
It might be a pain..
But if I gotta crawl,
I'm goin' just the same.

I'm goin'to Rapid City,
Rapid City here I come.
They've got some crazy little customs there.
And I'm gonna ride me one.

(With apologies to Fats Domino and "Kansas City")


J. Perewitz said...

At least I made it home! Street's you better make it to Sturgis. Thug wouldn't be able to have an adventure without his sidekick!

Doug R said...

Hey, Jody!

Streets better get there. I'm trying to sell Speed Channel on a new series: "Perewitz's Streets and Thug's Excellent Adventure".

I was going to collaborate with Streets to write the theme song, but we ate 'way too much white bread growing up.