We’ve been traveling a lot the last few weeks, and it’s good to be back home. I have no horror stories to tell about terrible plane rides, traffic nightmares or bizarre customer “service” stories. Everything was incredibly normal.
As usual, Sue caught an unshakeable cold, the same kind one or both of us always gets after flying. As usual, the moment the cabin door was locked, the guy two rows behind us sprayed half the cabin with a huge, deep, wet, phlegmy cough, one big enough to cover our row and many others with his toxic spew. Since the cougher is on every single flight we have ever taken, we are starting to think the airlines pay him to travel. The only real surprise is that they haven’t figured out a way to charge extra for giving passengers the flu. Yet.
As usual, on every flight there were at least two screaming babies. As usual, they charged extra to check golf clubs and skis. As usual, they don’t charge anything extra for screaming babies. As usual, we wonder why.
As usual we passed several displays that said, “If your carry-on bag can’t fit in this container, you MUST check it.” As usual, they still let 15 or 20 people on each flight clog the aisle with carry-ons not just bigger than the container, but four and five times bigger than the container.
As usual, the airlines refused to board the rear of the plane first. They always load the passengers seated in the front of the plane first, so people in the rear have to fight their way past them, holding up the entire boarding process.
As usual, every single one of our flights was delayed. We didn’t miss any connecting flights, but, as usual, plenty of people did. As usual, there is either a two-hour wait between connecting flights or a two-minute one.