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Thursday, June 01, 2006

My letter to Northwest Airlines

After the nightmare process of dealing with the ticket agent from hell named Larry at LAX who was about as helpful as a nail stabbing me in the neck, suffice it to say that I will NEVER fly your airline again. I understand that airplanes break. It happens. However, Larry was so disinterested in assisting anyone with his lovely "Life sucks so don't complain to me" attitude that it was all I could do not to launch myself over the counter and bang his head into the keyboard of his computer. Being held up is not a huge deal to me. Dealing with the unapologetic attidude of a jerk like Larry IS. The only thing that made this flight bearable is that the flight crew who had been stranded along with the broken plane were lovely and made a couple jokes about their days being as long as ours had been. However, instead of complaining about it, they tried to make our experience a little better by making us laugh. Maybe Larry needs to retire a bit early and go work for the DMV. I have no desire to hear back from you because even if you promised me free flying until I am old and crotchety like Larry, I will put myself into a sling shot first.

Elizabeth at 11:10 AM

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at 11:38 AM Blogger Kami said...

Was he like the chick who wouldn't let Gaylord Focker board his plane at 3am, all by himself?

 
at 11:40 AM Blogger Nicole said...

Lets get a rope. :)

Is that wrong?

 
at 12:01 PM Blogger A taste that's bitter said...

that's no good. I HATE rude airline people. It's like they are 10 times worse than just regular rude assclowns.

 
at 1:26 PM Blogger TBG said...

I will never understand rude airline people. Traveling sucks enough as it is put a fucking smile on your face becuase you just got a large amount of money from me to fly on your shitty dirty planes.

 
at 9:50 PM Blogger Adam said...

Fun things to do while stranded at an airport:
1. Get in on the conversations of people talking on their phones so loudly that the whole terminal can hear
2. People watch and make up stories about what is in the beat up, duct taped box they have under their arm
3. The bar? Who said that?
4. Try to set the new speed record on the conveyor belt/fast walk thing...no wait, it can't be done. The guy with the duct taped box is parked in the left lane.
5. Click your ruby slippers and say "There's no place like home." It worked once after all.

This has been a PSA from me to you!

 
at 10:01 PM Blogger Pissy Britches said...

Aww..damn.
That motherfucker.

I am sorry you had such a hard ass time.

Fuckers.

 
at 10:35 PM Blogger Tammy said...

What a fucker.

 

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