On Friday evening, I had an American Airlines flight to Chicago. Due to slowdowns caused by two accidents on the interstate on the way to the airport, I arrived at the American Airlines counter exactly 28 minutes before my flight was due to depart. Seeking to make my flight, I immediately went to the self-service e-ticket kiosk…
To discover that American Airlines does not allow the use of the self-service kiosks less than 1/2 hour before flight time. The self-service machine directed me to the ticket agent.
This, of course, is brilliant. If you are running late, you are required to use the slowest available method to get your boarding pass. I tried to think of some rationale, such as security concerns, but was stumped.
Grumbling, I got in line. It wasn’t long - about five people ahead of me - but there were only two ticket agents. There were 11 baggage carriers, waiting to place checked baggage on the x-ray machines, but only two agents. A brilliant bit of personnel management, that - the baggage carriers have effectively nothing to do until the ticket agents check the baggage, but no matter. The agents were the slowest fucks imaginable - five minutes per customer is completely unacceptable.
Just to push me over the edge, when I got to the counter and asked the agent to hurry as my flight was leaving in 15 minutes, he just stared at me … and kept me waiting another two minutes. (Extra rant sub-point: I told him my flight number, and he asked me what was my destination. Excuse me, is there an American Airlines flight 846 going to Guam?!! Just type in “846” in your computer, and you will know where the fuck I am going!!)
I finally got my boarding pass and ran to the security gate. After cooling my heels (and thinking truly unworthy thoughts) as a woman in a wheelchair got helped through security, I took off again in a desperate rush to get to the boarding gate before the doors closed. I made it with eight minutes to spare…
To find that no one had boarded yet. At first, I was angry with myself, having rushed, grumbled, and thought unworthy thoughts about the poor woman in the wheelchair for no good reason. I should have checked the departure board before starting on my headlong dash. But then I noticed something …
The departure board still listed my flight as “on time.” Here it was, two minutes before departure, no one boarded yet, but American Airlines was cheerily insisting to the world that Flight 846 from Fort Lauderdale to Chicago was, in fact going to depart on time. I couldn’t believe it. Here I had been, doing a fantastic impersonation of a headless chicken, to make a flight that was going to be on the ground for quite some time. I was pissed.
But then, I got pisseder. If American had properly announced that the flight was delayed, it would have been more than half an hour to departure time when I got to that fucking self-service kiosk, I could have gotten my boarding pass without dealing with the poltroon behind the counter. I could have walked to the security gate, smiled and made small talk with that dear woman in the wheelchair, grabbed a magazine and a drink for the flight, and tottled aboard. But nooooo, American must lie to us, instead.
Oh, by the way, guess why the flight was delayed? They were missing a flight attendant. I guess they are easy to misplace. (And no, the scheduled flight attendant hadn’t died or anything. American had just screwed up the scheduling of flight attendants.)
Sua