Chillin’ in Chicago

When I was really young, I loved to travel. That was long before planes crashed into the World Trade Center. That was back when we actually got service on airlines. Talking with a young lady who was sitting so close to me that I should have bought her dinner, I explained that I remember running for a plane when I was around 10 years old. I was with my whole family and they were holding the plane for us. A stewardess was waiting with a smile. A smile!! That was a long time ago.

I’m sitting in the airport because I jogged thru the Atlanta airport and MADE my flight. As I got to the gate, did the knucklehead behind the desk say anything worthwhile? Nope. “Hurry, let me check your ticket, then run to the plane. They are closing the door.” What? I just ran thru the airport to make this stupid plane. I was running thru the airport because my plane from Asheville to Atlanta was late. It left nearly an hour late. Though none of this is my fault yet, I’m treated like I’m putting these folks out. What’s wrong with this picture? I paid good money for a ticket, yet I’m being treated like I am a burden. Well, excuse me.

So, you know why I’m sitting here at Chicago’s Midway airport? It is because my bags didn’t make the flight that I was told to “run” to catch. So, I can have my bags delivered to my room in six to eight hours if everything goes okay or I can sit here in the airport for another 90 minutes while I wait for my bags.

In a nutshell, this is what is wrong with America. We don’t treat each other with respect. We are nothing more than piles of money to these big companies. When and if that changes we will be on our way to being a great nation again.

(Just in case you are wondering, the flight that I’m waiting on is 20 minutes late, of course.)