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Right now I am 40,001 feet above the Atlantic, due south of Reykjavik, likely to arrive in Dublin in one and a half hours. The computer is pressed against me and I have to squeeze my hands to my body to type – not a lot of room (of course the guy in front of me has his chair down). The flight has been good.
One thing strikes me – Aer Lingus charges for almost everything but the dinner (which was OK). Usually at least wine is free at dinner, but any alcohol cost money (though soft drinks are free). That’s the first time I’ve seen that on an international flight, but I’ve never flown Aer Lingus. So I partook of soda water for my beverage – probably a good idea because I’m getting no sleep.
We do have personal video screens, and I watched Catching Fire and Muhammad Ali’s Toughest Fight (or something like that – it was about the Supreme Court deciding the case against him being a conscientious objector). Catching Fire was pretty good, though not great. I loved the Supreme Court movie, mixing real clips of Ali and the news with a fictional portrayal of the court. Though Frank Langella really portrayed Warren Burger in a sinister way. Christopher Plummer was his usual amazing self.
So there was a bit of memory of the film Syriana with Jeffrey Wright in Catching Fire, and Plummer in the Ali movie.
The van ride from UMF was great – Kat Zachary, a recent grad, was fun to chat with, and the trip was quick and uneventful. At the airport students wondered where I was when I disappeared to a corner and posted last semester’s grades – don’t want to have to think of that while we’re in Germany.
It seems like a great group of kids along – only three males, ten females, and they seem very eager to explore Germany. We have a relatively short layover in Dublin, and then it’s on to Berlin! I’ll blog again when I get the chance!
I’m here at Boston Logan, waiting for our 6:20 flight to Madrid on Iberian airlines, to be followed by a flight to Venice, which should get us in at about noon tomorrow (6:00 AM EDT).
42 students, four faculty and we’re leaving behind rainy New England for two weeks in what is forecasted to be sunny, warm, Italy. Venice for three nights, Florence and Rome five nights each before we return from Rome. The bus ride here was smooth and uneventful. I’ve never flown Iberian airlines before or been to the Madrid airport, so it should be interesting!
I’m not sure how much blogging I’ll do, but I’ll try to blog on food and the events of the trip. I also have a new camera so I’ll hopefully get a chance to post some photos. All for now, my next blog entry will be from Europe!
Last year I gave effusive praise to Delta airlines for helping save the day on the Italy trip, both heading out there, and returning. This year, United Airlines almost didn’t get a passing grade for the Chicago trip.
The flight out there was fine, but the problem was the trip home. I met Jade at 6:15 (her hostel was only about five minutes from my hotel) and we took the blue line straight to O’Hare. We got there plenty early, it seemed, and checked the board for our flight, finding out it left from terminal two. We got there, but were told we could only check luggage in terminal one. So we headed to terminal one, checked in and checked our luggage. As we were heading back to terminal two, I realized that our gate was actually located in terminal one (they had changed departure terminals). We quickly turned around and went back, and then had a delay as we went through security. No problem, we got through, and then had to go all the way down to the end of the concourse, using quick people movers. Our flight was at 8:13, with all the mix ups we still got there at 8:04.
Then, it got weird. First, I tell the woman that we’re there for the Portland flight. “Where were you,” she asks, and then ignoring our response turns and heads down the ramp. She came back and mumbled something about someone from down there helping us, which left me a bit confused. Then she disappeared. I finally “found” her (she had gone to the other side of the counter and sat in the dark) and asked her if we were going to get on the flight. She nervously said “no,” and that the guy would be up to help us. She also muttered something about compensation. Perhaps she had been shell shocked from too many complaints, or felt guilty for closing up the flight so early. “OK,” I said, realizing she wasn’t going to help.
The guy came up and said matter of factly that the best we could get was stand by on the 2:09 flight. When I asked, “shouldn’t we get priority since we were bumped…” He snapped an interruption, “you weren’t bumped, you weren’t here!” He then handed me our standby tickets.
OK, I have a firm rule not to argue with airport people, their lives are difficult dealing with angry travelers anyway. So I bit my tongue, took the tickets, and went with Jade to find somewhere to sit down. She has papers to work on, so she figured she could at least do that…until she realized she’d packed her power chord in luggage that assuredly had made it to the proper flight. Her battery had about eight minutes left. As I watched the flight leave the gate, I really found myself irritated with United.
First, we had just checked in. They knew we were there. We had luggage. If we knew there was a risk that they’d replace us with stand by people, we’d have checked with someone to send word. Second, even though their signs say “please be here ten minutes before departure,” it’s pretty crappy of them to replace people who just checked in with stand by people right at that moment. We got there less than one minute late; an airline boosting of ‘friendly skies’ should be able to wait an extra minute or two. And though the lady muttered something about compensation we weren’t offered a thing.
Well, I knew I wasn’t going to scream at the employees, though it also irritated me that they gave us no sympathy. We either got the nervous guilty lady who hid away, or the aloof abrupt man who scolded me for using the word “bumped.” Last year when Delta told us we might have our group miss our Rome flight and spend a day at JFK, I was exceedingly friendly and understanding to the workers, and they kept me informed, apologized, and showed that they wanted to help. It ended up working out, but either way I would have been very happy with Delta’s show of concern. This time…well…I didn’t want to sit and wait to maybe get a stand by seat at 2:09, so I went back to the guy at the desk.
I showed no irritation, smiled, and asked about alternative flights. He looked at his computer and said finally, “nothing confirmed today, it’s all stand by.” When I said it doesn’t have to be direct, he said he’d checked every airline and every possibility. “Wow,” I replied. I then had a higher opinion of him, he was at least trying. I asked about Boston, and he said he could get us through via Syracuse, on a flight that left at 9:03. I looked dubiously at my watch, which said 8:30, realizing the Syracuse flight was in the other terminal. How could we get through security on time? “You’ll get there,” he said, “there’s a shuttle bus at gate nine.” He gave us our tickets, telling us we’d have find our way to Portland from Boston ourselves.
The flights went fine. Jade was convinced that the problem was not United but O’Hare — in her mind, it’s an evil airport (she’s had other misadventures there). In Boston we took an Enterprise shuttle to get a car rental for about $80, and on a gloriously sunny day the drive back was good. When by mistake I got on I-90 and said “I’m going to have to turn around,” Jade said, “I have faith that a way to turn around will appear.” Two minutes later there was an interstate U-turn to effortlessly shift from going West to East. I have never encountered one of those before. I accused Jade of simply making it appear through thought power.
In all, the day wasn’t that bad — just longer than it was supposed to be in terms of travel. Jade sent her boyfriend a text message from Portland so he’d have dinner ready for her, and I got back home to my family by 7:00.
Still, while I credit United with on time quality flights there and back, it left a sour taste in my mouth that they replaced us so quickly, offered us no compensation, and with no sympathy. I thought these were supposed to be the friendly skies! In the end, the desk attendant redeemed himself by getting us at least through to Boston. At this point, based on my experience, I’d choose Delta over United for future flights (though Germany is going to be via British Airways).
But perhaps I’m wrong. Perhaps that’s just travel in a world where high oil prices and extensive competition lead companies to overbook, fly packed planes, and cut staff. Maybe the staff is just so harried they have put up a barrier that prevents customers from getting to them, but also makes it harder for them to show sympathy and caring. Perhaps the signs should read Get to the flight ten minutes before departure or you will lose your seat! I still am amazed that less than an hour after check in nine minutes plus was too late. I guess we just have to get used to the nature of air travel in this new era.