The Problem Is Leaving

I've been promising an account about my last two plane trips, and now that I'm home, safely, here we go...

I took a 5pm flight from my hometown, through Dallas, to Seattle. Not a flight change, just a stopover. I thought. As we flew around some weather yet still made it on time to Dallas, there were changes afoot. The flight crew decided to "retire" the plane for the evening, so I was to change to another plane, one that would get me into my boy's arms.

HAH!

The flight landed, but there was no gate attendant (gate attendant? How fucking hard is it to open the door from the plane's walkway?) to let us off the plane. At the time, I still wasn't sure what was happening, but I did see a guy who was in the front of the line, looking longfully at his connecting flight (literally, watching the plane on the left) as it closed its doors and left him behind. He was on his way to a tournament, and I can only imagine how much money he lost.

Well done, American Airlines.

Yes, I'm going to call out each airline.

So, I finally realize I will be changing flights, so I get my gear and walk like an old woman in an air-conditioned mall to the tram to get to my next flight. Flight? You mean the flight that just left? With the two passangers who ruined their children's college funds to sit in business/first class to get to said new flight on time? Yeah? How late was I? Oh, American Airlines literally just closed the doors as I arrived?

AARRGGHH!!

Did I mention the other passenger who had the cojones to sit in coach way ahead of me get left behind as well? No? Well, she did, and from that minute on, we were BUDDIES.

So, as the AMERICAN AIRLINES representatives...

Lost my train of thought, but I promise to finish the story. I mean, I got interrupted by the boy telling me about how there was an altercation between his neighbor and him.