My family and I took a trip this past weekend to Phoenix. We flew the airline that has the lowest fares and most direct flights to/from Phoenix: Southwest. Or so I thought...
On my outgoing flight, I wasn't allowed to checking my 2 kids online, nor in the airport kiosk. Instead, I had to wait in the absolute longest line possible, which at the end of it all we missed our flight. When I asked why I couldn't check my kids in, I was told that these were "child fares", so they needed to verify they were children. The only problem with this, was that I was charged the same price for these "child fares" as for my "adult fares". Since they were the same price, why did it matter? When we finally got through the line and then through security, I heard on the intercom, the 10 minute last call boarding for my flight. We all ran, making it to the gate in 2 minutes. They refused us at that point. Crap. Since we missed our flight, we were re-routed through San Diego, and ultimately ended up in Phoenix 6 hours later than we planned.
I figured, well...it is what it is, next time I'll just buy all adult fares, which could have avoided all this.
Then, when we were returning home, I called the night before to inform Southwest that all my fares were the same, so perhaps they could lift the block, thereby enabling me to checkin online the day before the flight. They agreed, and we were set. Or so I thought...
We returned our rental car at the Phoenix airport, and then made our way to curbside, with our A boarding passes in hand. The Bill Bransky's in front of us were on some boys trip, so they were lugging their golf clubs, dressed in their finest Tommy Bahama's, red faced, smelling like scotch and polo cologne, and puffing sticks. It was about an hour wait in that line. Painful. So we made our way through security, although the drill Sgt. tough-guy woman terrorized my 8 year old for walking through with a metal finger splint on his broken finger. She yelled and called the magic wand over to check him all out. Kid was totally scared. It took both me and my wife ultimately yelling at Sgt. tough-guy to mellow out. (Who gave TSA the license to treat people as if they were in the marines? What a bunch of assholes they are, nearly every time I deal with them). Anyway, I digress.
We made it to our gate and noticed the flight was delayed. But I noticed the flight destination kept flashing Los Angeles and Oakland. Of course, we were flying to Oakland. I was curious and so I approached the counter. I know those people at the counter have more important things to do than talk to customers, but I thought I might steal some love. So I asked why it said Los Angeles. The Southwest guy working the flight told me the flight would make a stop in Los Angeles before going to Oakland. I indicated that I didn't pay to stop, I paid for a direct flight. His response: "Direct means the flight can have up to 6 stops. Non-stop means there are no stops." I was beside myself. I argued that this was not made clear, otherwise I would have opted for a different flight. He maintained his position and indicated that I must have overlooked this.
Unfortunately I had way to much time on my hands to meet and greet others that were waiting for this flight. None of the Oakland bound people I talked with realized we'd be making a stop either. We all felt had.
It's not just the time it takes to fly out of the way and make the stop. It's the psychology of realizing for freaks like me that I'm twice as likely to crash (based on the increased likelihood of crashes upon take off and landing). Ok that part isn't their problem;). But it is the lack of empathy and insulting of ones intelligence that bugs. If they would just admit to the problem and fix it, I'm sure everyone would forgive and forget.
The original plan was to get home by 5pm and have plenty of time to shop and cook, as well as get the kids ready for Monday. We didn't make it home until about 9pm. Not the end of the world by any means, but I know I won't be flying Southwest if I can help it.
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