11-21-2007, 12:45 PM
OK - well, I wasn't going to make anything of the airport... it was just a disaster and a worry fest b/c of the importance my luggage played in the trip.
All my gear was in the bag. It wasn't as if I could hop off the plane, say "oh darn, no bag, I can wait for a claim check 60-90 days from now" or "sure, let me know when you locate it." And I couldn't exactly drop a couple grand at the local dealership in Kansas City to replace all of it and get a move on.
Through the whole situation I dealt with 3 people directly and they all treated me like shit.
All the check in kiosks where self-service. There were no "regular" human style ones available. There were reps walking behind the counter assisting with checked luggage, though, taking it from customers and putting on on a conveyor behind the counter. For some reason nobody would come assist me - and it didn't end up on the conveyor. It ended up off to the side based on the decree of a menopausal bitch who was enjoying yelling at people. I guess her creedo was "faster is more important than doing anything right." When your bag, which your entire trip hinges around, is doing something differently than all the other bags, that's worrysome.
And yeah, I know the delay is nothing. But it would have been nice if it we were told it was delayed. Instead they called flights to board at our gate that were scheduled to depart after us and never even mentioned the existance of our flight. The monitor didn't say delayed. The departure time came and went... and it was as if we didn't exist. If it's delayed... just say so.
My big problem, though, was that nobody would help me. The self check in didn't even issue me a boarding pass with a seat number - it gave me a receipt and that's all. Before I had a chance to even read what it printed out for me I was shooed away by some attendant eager to let somebody else use the terminal. And when I realized I didn't have boarding documents, again, nobody would help me.
It's not as if I've never flown before. When compared with flying experiences I've had in the past this was, by far, the absolute worst.
But really, this story isn't about the flight. We don't need to analyze it to bits. What you should take from the above is that I was getting on a plane to ride halfway across the country and I was a little worried my gear wouldn't meet me there.
I'll post the next segment soon.
All my gear was in the bag. It wasn't as if I could hop off the plane, say "oh darn, no bag, I can wait for a claim check 60-90 days from now" or "sure, let me know when you locate it." And I couldn't exactly drop a couple grand at the local dealership in Kansas City to replace all of it and get a move on.
Through the whole situation I dealt with 3 people directly and they all treated me like shit.
All the check in kiosks where self-service. There were no "regular" human style ones available. There were reps walking behind the counter assisting with checked luggage, though, taking it from customers and putting on on a conveyor behind the counter. For some reason nobody would come assist me - and it didn't end up on the conveyor. It ended up off to the side based on the decree of a menopausal bitch who was enjoying yelling at people. I guess her creedo was "faster is more important than doing anything right." When your bag, which your entire trip hinges around, is doing something differently than all the other bags, that's worrysome.
And yeah, I know the delay is nothing. But it would have been nice if it we were told it was delayed. Instead they called flights to board at our gate that were scheduled to depart after us and never even mentioned the existance of our flight. The monitor didn't say delayed. The departure time came and went... and it was as if we didn't exist. If it's delayed... just say so.
My big problem, though, was that nobody would help me. The self check in didn't even issue me a boarding pass with a seat number - it gave me a receipt and that's all. Before I had a chance to even read what it printed out for me I was shooed away by some attendant eager to let somebody else use the terminal. And when I realized I didn't have boarding documents, again, nobody would help me.
It's not as if I've never flown before. When compared with flying experiences I've had in the past this was, by far, the absolute worst.
But really, this story isn't about the flight. We don't need to analyze it to bits. What you should take from the above is that I was getting on a plane to ride halfway across the country and I was a little worried my gear wouldn't meet me there.
I'll post the next segment soon.
When it comes to Ryan Jenkins, the story ends with me putting him in the wall.
2009 Speed Triple | 2006 DR-Z400SM | 1999 CBR600F4 | 1998 Jeep Cherokee
-Ginger
2009 Speed Triple | 2006 DR-Z400SM | 1999 CBR600F4 | 1998 Jeep Cherokee
-Ginger