I love taking planes. The airport security requirements and the long waits aren’t my favorite things in the world, but flying to fancy places more than makes up for those hassles. I have flown several times back and forth between the States and Greece. Sometimes the flying experience is worse than normal, but I don’t mind. When you have no urgent time frames and are traveling alone, airport re-routes and layovers are sub-adventures in the vacations. I’ve even had to stay at hotels due to horrible snowstorms and take the next-morning flight. Doesn’t bother me. You never know how the night will turn out or who you’ll meet.
Of course, I wouldn’t be telling you any of this if it weren’t for the exception. The one time I felt that I just might lose my mind and be carted off my airport security to the nearest jail cell. This past summer, flying back from Athens to London to JFK and, finally, Cleveland, I had easily the worst experience that I will have in an airport.
I was delayed in London because the plane to JFK had mechanical issues. Landing in JFK hours late, I had to re-routing to Cleveland. To get the re-route took two hours in itself, but the real issue was that bags had to be re-checked and every security measure re-done. Here’s where it gets less than interesting.
My baggage on Delta, whom I’d been moved to, wanted to charge me for all my bags again even though I had already paid the original airline. When I let the man at the check-in counter know how I felt about that, he let me know, in a very direct way, the feeling was quite mutual. So there I was, on the airport floor, with four suitcases open, sprawled about. Instructed to turn 4 full bags into 3, I was seen cramming toiletries, boxers, you name it, right in the middle of the aisle way.
If this wasn’t enough, the flight they put me on was now over-booked. The staff needed volunteers to get off the plane, stay compensated over night, and go home the next morning. As I said earlier, a mini-adventure to me is icing on my vacation cake. This time, though, I figured I would skip the part where I was a convenience to them. Rather than help them out and risk, paying for my luggage again, getting re-scheduled a third time, over being over-booked again, maybe it was just time to head on home. The worst thing I saw: Delta took off a husband, leaving the wife to fly home to their kids without him.