


I hate flying. I really do. I like being the pilot and flying the airplane. I do not like being a passenger. Most of the time when I do fly in the back of the airplane I'm deadheading. That means I am a working crew member who is being positioned from one place to another and I don't have to put up with some of the BS that you, a lowly paying passenger, has to endure.
The beach picture is from my recent vacation in the Caribbean. What a place. Unfortunately, you can't drive there. And the loads were so heavy going down there that instead of flying for free.....which wouldn't have worked since all of you paying passengers were taking up every seat....we bought tickets like real people.
The big problem happened on the way back.
Each bag can only weigh 50lbs or you are charged an extra $50.
We had three bags. Two weighed exactly 50lbs each. The third weighed about 35 lbs. How do I know this. Because I weighed them on my home scale before we left. If I weigh 400 lbs standing on the scale without the bag and 450 lbs standing on the scale with the bag...then the bag weighs 50 lbs. See how smart I am? And yes I know that's alot of stuff to bring on vacation. But if you read one of my previous blogs, you would know that when I travel I have to have several appliances and comfort items. Like my pillow, sound machine, extension cord etc. I would like to bring my TIVO, juice man juicer, light box but that would really be too much.
So here's the problem.
When we came back, I guess we didn't pack each bag exactly the same way. One bag wieghed 54 lbs and the other 53 lbs. The third bag was something like 30 lbs. The robot who was working the check-in said that either we pay $100 for excess weight or we move some of this stuff to the light bag. Now if I get 50 lbs per bag and am alloted 4 bags for two people...then to me that equates to 200 lbs total. Who the &*&^ cares how it is distributed? Evidently the Delta robot does. So now in front of everyone, we get to open our bags, expose our unmentionables and move 6 lbs of stuff from the two bags into the lighter bag. The robot is now satisfied and we can now proceed to the TSA harrassment line where we were scolded for not noticing the sign that said "wait behind this sign until called" even though we were the only two people in line.
The $50 excess charge is especially egregious to me because the robot knew that I was an employee and that the evil doers had already dropped my pay by 50% and stolen my pension. And they want $50 per bag? You have got to be kidding me. Well, to be fair, I'm sure the 19 year old robot did not know that. He was a robot after all.
To continue my complaining, we will now move to the non-luxurious 757.
We are crammed into a aisle (thank God) and a middle seat. There is no leg room. I repeat, no leg room. Especially when the person in front of me in the blink of an eye goes from seat fully up to full back. Ouch. It was a soldier going back to Iraq, so my horror was somewhat mitigated. People would be trying to blow her up soon. Not good.
Food? On a 4 hour flight? What food? If there had been something edible at the airport, I would have bought it. But there wasn't. So the cheese crackers, that I hate more than anything, were the best tasting morsals I've ever had. Yum.
See the problem is that when I deadhead, I'm in uniform. So after, and I use this word very loosly, the "service" is completed, I usually go to the back, hide in the galley and talk to the flight attendants. You as a lowly passenger do not have such priviledges. If you do this you will be scowled at or verbally told to return to your very uncomfortable "seat".
So after this rotten flight.....believe me...and I knew this already but some of the bad memories of previous flights had faded.....I feel your pain.