Air travel in the year 2011… it’s a crap shoot. Weather. Fees. Lack of customer service. Delays. It all makes leaving the basement a little bit harder, but worth it. And honestly, I do sort of live for the little bag of animal crackers.
It seems once things start to go wrong, they do so in a really big way. The more you bitch the worse it gets… the harder you pull the tighter it gets.
Like the man at the counter who asked the woman, “why did the later flight to LGA leave before us?” AND, he was nasty about it.
My answer? “Because it did.”
Really? I mean sir with the white hair and the white sweater at JetBlue gate 14 at PBI last night… did you really think that poor woman needed to be tortured by the likes of you?
Weather makes planes late. Period.
And when it does, it can do so with a vengeance. Here is my tale:
3 hour delay, 1 hour on runway, the worst turbulence – which is not an issue for me but others… yikes, circled JFK for 1 hour, (pilot talked of low fuel – why do they do that exactly?), diverted to Newark – oops no runway, circled some more, diverted to Dulles, circled some more (um about that low fuel comment?), turbulent landing (remind me why I am now in DC, again), hour and a half on ground IN hot cranky plane in DC, turbulent take-off, turbulent landing and finally landed at JFK around 2AM . Not bad for a 4PM flight from PBI. Oh and of course an hour for the bags to come out… on the wrong carousel.
And what did I learn? Basically, when it starts to go wrong you just have to roll with it. Coping makes it less unbearable – panic makes it worse and bitching just makes you… well, a bitch.
Yes, it is uncomfortable, yes it is an inconvenience, and for many it is traumatic.
And then its over.