Remember When Flying Wasn’t Like Getting On a Train To Dachau? August 30, 2009
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Yeah. The last time was 1984. Madrid to Miami.
November 2006, Northwest Airlines 747, first class. First class was a left turn inside the door, so you had plenty of time to get situated without 300 other people stampeding through. Nice.
Flying has always felt like I was on a cattle car.
Chasing the girls
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vmaximus/3872134559/
It has been a while since I spammed you with puppy pics
And Bear with Evil Eyes
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My best ever pic of Emma
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I will stop bothering you now
I love the puppy pics!
I hate the damned baggage fee b/c now every yahoo wants to carry everything on. Watched a teeny-tiny lady haul thru a fullsize suitcase and then have to have help to squeeze it into the overhead rack. Gah, if you can’t wrestle it, don’t bring it.
if you can’t wrestle it, don’t bring it
1. 1 wk’s worth of stuff weighs a significant portion of my total body weight
2. The baggage compartment is as high as I can reach
3. Holding, say, 30% of your body weight above your head as high as you can reach creates a significant moment
4. In conclusion, bite me.
Seriously, I tend to travel light, so I generally can handle the bag, even though it’s as high as I can reach.
Clearly what’s needed here is government airline reform–we can even get a too clever by half dumb-truck leftist with an unwarranted sense of self-regard to make a video promoting it!
I was flying an average of 100,000 miles per year from ’86 to ’95. Right around the end is when service seriously started going south. Thank God I don’t have to travel like that any more.
Can’t wait for my flight to Atlanta tomorrow!
Fortunately I only fly every few months, but it’s still a suckfest.
Oh man, this was in Hartsfield. I hate that place. Doubly so on a Sunday, and extra more when weather slows everything down.
I was almost 3 hours late, but then so was my connection back to Texas so at least I made it home. Lots of people didn’t yesterday.
Just flew this weekend.
Got the feeling that mustard should be provided to all the sardines.
Huh. I’ve never had any trouble flying except when I had to take the contract carriers for work. (One time, it took me 16 hours to get from Logan to IAH. But I was on company time, so I charged every bit of it to my timesheet. OH YES.)
Mrs. Peel, it sounds like if you tried, you could probably fly AS the carry-on…
At least your terminal had air conditioning, Dave… I’ve noticed that the part of ATL that runs the Delta flights is usually cool ‘n comfy. The terminals for AA / NW are downright tropical. I’m amazed that there isn’t kudzu climbing the stainless pillars while orchids sprout from behind the gate desk…
I still remember as a kid in the 70s, when you flew somewhere, you put on your Sunday best.
I think it was in the early 80′s when I first saw someone wearing sweats on a plane, and I thought it was scandalous.
>> I’ve never had any trouble flying
I would say over the past 10 years I’ve had challenges on about 20% of my trips. I don’t blame Hartsfield for weather problems, those things just happen, and Delta got me home, so, you know, coulda been worse. My biggest beef is equipment failures and ugly connections (i.e. late arrivals and distant terminals).
>> The terminals for AA / NW are downright tropical.
Yup. I remember. Not fun.
I used to dress up to fly. No more. You gotta be ready for sprints, heat, cold, and naps in metal chairs.
I didn’t do much flying as a kid, but I remember my dad always left / came home from business trips in a full suit, even when he was flying on a weekend.
Now that I do work-travel, I shoot for biz-cazsh. About on par with what I’d wear to the office. Especially if I score an upgrade. I’ve gotta look respectable if I’m gonna be suckin’ down complimentary vodka-and-cranberries for the next few hours…*hic*…
One of the perks of my last Navy job was the ability to hitch rides in Naval aircraft. With that, I was able to minimize my exposure to commercial airlines.
As Ed Demming used to say, “If you think airline service is bad now, wait until tomorrow.”
4. In conclusion, bite me.
I think Xbrad’s signed up for that one
If it’s outside the carry-on dimensions then check the damned thing. It sucks ass when I get stuck w/ the last boarding group and have to then figure out WTF to do w/ my properly sized carry-on b/c every douche on board’s already packed their fullsize luggage overhead.
Oooohhhh, and if you wanna watch my head explode, stuff your fucking coat up into the overhead bin. Wanker.
Me too, TI. That’s OK if you can stuff your coat on top of your regulation-sized rollaboard, or find room after takeoff, but not before.
I remember years ago seeing a garment bag that had been laid out full length in an overhead bin by this rich-bitch-looking woman with too much jewelry. She had claimed an entire bin for her dress. Like it was sooooo important that she not get a single wrinke. The bin happened to be over my seat. Being exhausted and jet-lagged, I rammed my bag right on top of it, and I was careful to scrunch up her bag.
She removed it, folded it in thirds like a normal person, and moved it to another bin.
I’m still hoping she had to pay for ironing at her destination.
I hate playing bin-space roulette. That’s why American has me hooked. Because of business travel, I’m Platinum-for-Life on that airline, which means I get the coveted Early Boarding Privilege if I show up on time.
This is why I now travel Amtrak. Leisurely, less expensive, and elegant dining with a beautiful view.
I just completed a 29-hour trip from Los Angeles to Portland, Oregon, and will be taking the 27-hour trip from Portland to Williston, North Dakota, later this week.
Dear IB Help Desk Supervisor,
Everytime I navigate to IB the 100 Guitar Riffs guy starts up automagically. Very annoying. Please log the issue and assign it to a level 2 support analyst for resolution.
BrewFan
Assistant Site Administrator
Gone now?
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Dear IB Level 2 Support Desk,
You may close the support ticket as the problem appears to be resolved. However, I’m going to have to advise QA that the SSLA as regards the response to priority 2 internal application problem tickets was not met. Hopefully they will now remove Minesweeper from your PC and you will actually perform a full days work.
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Brew that techspeak is HOT.
*kicks dirt*
I hate busting an SLA. This is going to come up in my performance review.
“Because of business travel, I’m Platinum-for-Life on that airline.”
Can I touch you? Just…just once? Perhaps being able to say that I touched you might help get me over the hump into my lowly Gold status…
“Sir, allow me to show you to your seat with the other pets in the pressurized cargo hold.”
“Hey, buddy, you can’t treat me like that, just because I’m a big hairy dude! I touched MIchael, of Innocent Bystanders fame!”
“My deepest apologies, sir. Give me five minutes to boot the co-pilot. You can have his seat. He never really does anything, anyway… Can I interest you in a complimentary cocktail while you wait?”
“Sure. But see to it that it is a well-composed “mind eraser.” This had all better be a blurry, distant memory by the time I board…”
And, for the record, a “mind eraser” invokes the powers of vodka and Kahlua. Forces to be reckoned with individually, but when combined with the trusty sidekick seltzer, join forces to become the ALCHOLIC JUSTICE FRIENDS LEAGUE…OF FRIENDS…
Since no one else pointed this out:
“Remember When Flying Wasn’t Like Getting On a Train To Dachau? ”
Seriously? You are comparing flying in crowded conditions to the destination of your choice, either for business or pleasure, being fed (maybe), with seats and drinks and toilets to taking a train thousands of Jews were forced to endure on a hell ride to their death imposed on them by a blood thirsty dictator?
As an agnostic half jew I am somewhat offended.
Just kidding.
I love flying in and out of Europe, the European airlines still know how to treat a customer. Well, not Aeroflot, that is very similar to what the German, Italian, Hungarian and Romanian prisoners in Stalingrad endured after they surrendered and were shipped to work camps in Siberia. Very little difference.
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