What do you mean, "Oh... you were gone??"
We had a lovely time on our cruise. I'll post details later, and bore the ever-loving shit out of you. I promise.
Today is reserved for my loathing and disgust with US Airways. I hate them all. May the airline go bankrupt. (Cheers!)
We arrived at the airport 7:30 Friday morning for a 2:45 flight. Yeah, won't be using THAT travel agency again. Anyway. All was spiffy until we noticed that Every. Single. US Air. Flight. Was. LATE. Coming in, going out, didn't matter. We also noticed that every Delta, AA, Norwegian Air, Bob's Airplane Service (and Bait & Tackle) was On. Time.
Our flight was almost an hour late. We had a 50 minute window to make the connection. Well, now we're down to -10 minutes. EVERYONE ELSE on the flight was rebooked to better connections. Except us. We're cursed or something. We go up to the counter to ask WTH??? and the guy's like "Oh... yeah. You're heading to Harrisburg. We were going to talk to you last."
Uh-oh. That can't be good.
"There's no way you're going to make your connection and we don't have anything else available until tomorrow."
Really. Not. Good.
"We can get you to Philadelphia and put you up in a hotel."
Um, no.
"Or we can put you up in Charlotte."
Slightly better, but still... no.
We wait for the flight to Charlotte, and en route, the pilot makes up some time. We now have a fabulous 8 minutes to make our connecting flight.
We land in Concourse B 4.
By the time we got off the plane, we had 5 1/2 minutes. Of course, the connecting flight was on time. Bastards.
Connection is in Concourse E 18. As you can see, it's a freaking hike.
Concourse E is up here ...................................X
and B is here ^
We RAN through the airport and made it just as they were closing the doors. They let us on (HOORAY!).
My chest was on fire. I am way out of shape. Oy.
We land in Harrisburg. (Yay! Almost home!)
But.
Only one of our suitcases landed with us.
Keep in mind, we had gotten up at 5 A.M. to be off the ship & to the airport. It's now 8:45 P.M. I was *not* a happy camper. Throw in a complete bitch with a comprehension deficiency at the luggage counter, and I'm ready to twist someone's head off and play soccer with it.
The dimwit in Miami put someone else's name on one of our suitcases. It is taking the scenic route to Harrisburg from Miami, via Houston.
Allegedly, we are guaranteed to have our suitcase within 48 hours. Yeah. I'll believe it when I have it in my hands.
What really irks me is that 90% of my souvinirs are in that suitcase. And my favorite jeans. I just want my stuff.
Grrrrrrr.
Back From Vacation! US Airways Sucks!
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Posted by Carrie at 8:35 AM
Labels: flying, glad to be home, US Airways sucks, vacation
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You were away?
SOMEbody needs scritchies.
And you can tell this is our blog, because when you said "my chest was on fire," I thought "THAT would have gotten their attention...!"
I share your loathing of USAir. We lost an entire day in England because they jacked with us the exact same way. Never, ever, never again. I hope your bags find their way home eventually.
Now, you see, I don't get this. The last time I flew (lemme see . . . 4 or was it 5 years ago) the airlines were all up in their post you-know-what panic, with fresh new security measures.
They said from hence forward, not one passenger would be allowed on a plane unless the bags in the belly of the beast matched the asses in the seats above.
So how - in the name of dog - do bags from some OTHER flight get on ANOTHER plane? You'da thunk these new flangled security measures would have brought an end to lost luggage.
'swhy I drive everywhere now.
Because despite vowing all this stuff...it's still the AIRLINES vowing it. Airlines have the intelligence of a pigeon. There are things growing on damp bread smarter than people working for an airline.
When they announced that, I bet they were at the wrong press conference, on the wrong day.
Bit of an insult to pigeons, don't you think?
So, Carrie, how was your vacation?
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