A few weeks ago my oldest daughter and my father-in-law came to visit. They each flew in from different states, but we were able to arrange it so I could pick them both up at the Charlotte airport within a few hours of one another.
My daughter hadn’t flown since she was two years old. Needless to say, she didn’t remember much of that flight. She wishes she didn’t remember this one either. Her layover in Memphis was extended due to electrical problems on the plane—electrical problems they discovered AFTER they had already boarded. They promptly disembarked, went back to the terminal and watched as nothing happened to their plane. After a few minutes, they reboarded the same plane and took off. So much for building confidence. When she safely landed in Charlotte, she told me that the airline was now charging for luggage. I’m not talking about excess baggage. I’m not talking about the joker that carries on his whole apartment and takes up every available overhead compartment in the plane. I’m talking about one normal sized bag—$15! Well, maybe it was the cheap airline her cheap daddy bought her a ticket on—maybe it was my fault. After all, I’m a dad—everything’s somehow my fault, right?
Then my father-in-law landed. He hates to fly. The only reason I say that he hates to fly is because I can’t think of a stronger word—maybe detests or loathes. His adventure started on the runway as his plane was taxiing prior to takeoff. Apparently one of the passengers hated flying worse than my father-in-law because he decided it was better to have a heart attack than fly. So he did. It’s never a good thing when the flight attendant begins asking passengers if they are a doctor. I asked him if anyone said that they had stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night, but apparently no one on the plane had a sense of humor. Lack of humor aside, the plane taxied back to the terminal (bad word to use when discussing a heart attack victim) where paramedics removed the ailing passenger. Needless to say, the rest of the flight seemed anticlimactic. But when he landed in Charlotte, he told me that his airline also charged him $15 for luggage—and his bag was light! It was so light and squishy, I’m sure he could have stuffed it into the overhead. That is, as long as that same apartment-carrying joker wasn’t on his flight too.
It was after this great adventure that I saw the following video. Aren’t these the same airlines that the government bailed out a few years ago? If so, what will our auto industry be like in a few years?
By the way, after charging my daughter (me) another $15 to take her luggage back home on the return leg of her round trip, the baggage handlers apparently thought her bag was too heavy. They decided to lighten it for her by removing her freshly unwrapped digital camera. $15 certainly won’t get you what it used to!
My daughter hadn’t flown since she was two years old. Needless to say, she didn’t remember much of that flight. She wishes she didn’t remember this one either. Her layover in Memphis was extended due to electrical problems on the plane—electrical problems they discovered AFTER they had already boarded. They promptly disembarked, went back to the terminal and watched as nothing happened to their plane. After a few minutes, they reboarded the same plane and took off. So much for building confidence. When she safely landed in Charlotte, she told me that the airline was now charging for luggage. I’m not talking about excess baggage. I’m not talking about the joker that carries on his whole apartment and takes up every available overhead compartment in the plane. I’m talking about one normal sized bag—$15! Well, maybe it was the cheap airline her cheap daddy bought her a ticket on—maybe it was my fault. After all, I’m a dad—everything’s somehow my fault, right?
Then my father-in-law landed. He hates to fly. The only reason I say that he hates to fly is because I can’t think of a stronger word—maybe detests or loathes. His adventure started on the runway as his plane was taxiing prior to takeoff. Apparently one of the passengers hated flying worse than my father-in-law because he decided it was better to have a heart attack than fly. So he did. It’s never a good thing when the flight attendant begins asking passengers if they are a doctor. I asked him if anyone said that they had stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night, but apparently no one on the plane had a sense of humor. Lack of humor aside, the plane taxied back to the terminal (bad word to use when discussing a heart attack victim) where paramedics removed the ailing passenger. Needless to say, the rest of the flight seemed anticlimactic. But when he landed in Charlotte, he told me that his airline also charged him $15 for luggage—and his bag was light! It was so light and squishy, I’m sure he could have stuffed it into the overhead. That is, as long as that same apartment-carrying joker wasn’t on his flight too.
It was after this great adventure that I saw the following video. Aren’t these the same airlines that the government bailed out a few years ago? If so, what will our auto industry be like in a few years?
By the way, after charging my daughter (me) another $15 to take her luggage back home on the return leg of her round trip, the baggage handlers apparently thought her bag was too heavy. They decided to lighten it for her by removing her freshly unwrapped digital camera. $15 certainly won’t get you what it used to!
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