no mile high club
My bad luck has it that my last three flying experiences have been horrible.
Monday, Jan 2nd 2006: My American Airlines flight from Los Angeles to Chicago was three hours delayed. That doesn't sound that horrific but it had me arriving in Chicago at 1am! Then I had to wait like 40 minutes for my bag and finally I decided to look around the baggage claim and found my bag OFF the belt, on the floor, like two claims away! Also I have to mention that the AA terminal at LAX is the most stupidly designed setup I have ever seen, such that I had to run around like a crazy ADHD person, sweating bullets, and almost having my poor arms fall off because my bags were so heavy.
Wednesday, Jan 4th 2006: My United Airlines flight from Chicago to Boston was one hour delayed but this was after we were all packed into the plane like sardines. For anyone who has any bit of claustrophobia, this is torture. If I get sick from all that incubation time, I'm suing.
Sunday, Jan 8th 2006: My United Airlines flight from Boston to Chicago was severely overbooked. Of course I didn't realize this when I checked in and saw that my seat wasn't assigned... I just thought (naively) that my seat wasn't assigned... not that my worst nightmare could come true and I would be bumped off the flight I paid hard-earned cash for. (Well, maybe not that hard-earned but it certainly will be hard-earned as I try to pay back my loans!) So I'm waiting at the gate, patiently... and they start asking for volunteers... and then the next thing I know they start boarding the plane and I still don't have a seat assignment. I almost cried when they actually closed the door and I was still at the gate. :( It was a very sad moment; I could feel my blood boil. I yelled at them that all I wanted was for my checked-in bags to be taken off the plane... but of course that was met with "Sorry, can't do that." I was eventually re-routed on U.S. Airways to Pittsburgh and then to Chicago. Anyone who knows me, knows that I hate flying. Having to fly on a non-nonstop flight to Chicago is a way to kill me very very slowly and painfully. And that wasn't the end of it... after I finally landed in Chicago, four hours behind schedule, I had to go to the baggage office at United and of course because United went bankrupt, they only had one person working there, at a snail's pace, with a line out the door...
I'm so glad to be home in Chicago. I really don't want to fly to Oakland next week for my final interview. Really. Don't. Want. To. Go.
Monday, Jan 2nd 2006: My American Airlines flight from Los Angeles to Chicago was three hours delayed. That doesn't sound that horrific but it had me arriving in Chicago at 1am! Then I had to wait like 40 minutes for my bag and finally I decided to look around the baggage claim and found my bag OFF the belt, on the floor, like two claims away! Also I have to mention that the AA terminal at LAX is the most stupidly designed setup I have ever seen, such that I had to run around like a crazy ADHD person, sweating bullets, and almost having my poor arms fall off because my bags were so heavy.
Wednesday, Jan 4th 2006: My United Airlines flight from Chicago to Boston was one hour delayed but this was after we were all packed into the plane like sardines. For anyone who has any bit of claustrophobia, this is torture. If I get sick from all that incubation time, I'm suing.
Sunday, Jan 8th 2006: My United Airlines flight from Boston to Chicago was severely overbooked. Of course I didn't realize this when I checked in and saw that my seat wasn't assigned... I just thought (naively) that my seat wasn't assigned... not that my worst nightmare could come true and I would be bumped off the flight I paid hard-earned cash for. (Well, maybe not that hard-earned but it certainly will be hard-earned as I try to pay back my loans!) So I'm waiting at the gate, patiently... and they start asking for volunteers... and then the next thing I know they start boarding the plane and I still don't have a seat assignment. I almost cried when they actually closed the door and I was still at the gate. :( It was a very sad moment; I could feel my blood boil. I yelled at them that all I wanted was for my checked-in bags to be taken off the plane... but of course that was met with "Sorry, can't do that." I was eventually re-routed on U.S. Airways to Pittsburgh and then to Chicago. Anyone who knows me, knows that I hate flying. Having to fly on a non-nonstop flight to Chicago is a way to kill me very very slowly and painfully. And that wasn't the end of it... after I finally landed in Chicago, four hours behind schedule, I had to go to the baggage office at United and of course because United went bankrupt, they only had one person working there, at a snail's pace, with a line out the door...
I'm so glad to be home in Chicago. I really don't want to fly to Oakland next week for my final interview. Really. Don't. Want. To. Go.
posted by Vivian | 9:33 AM
1 Comments:
that sounds terrible!!! i'm so sorry!
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