Posts Tagged ‘Flying’

Because If You Tell Me That, You Need To Also Tell Me The Good Reason Why They Haven’t Left Yet

January 30, 2019

Since I’ve been traveling lately, I’ve gotten the chance to experience how airlines are trying to improve their relationship with their customers, and I want to say that I really do appreciate being kept in the loop on any flight delays.  With that said though, there is such a thing as telling me too much.

For instance, telling me there’s been a fifteen minute delay is appreciated and easily understandable.  Delays can happen for any number of reasons, and a fifteen minute one isn’t likely to be too much of a big deal (and this is coming from someone who missed his connecting flight because of said fifteen minute delay), so thank you for telling me.

But you probably shouldn’t have told me it was because the flight crew hadn’t left their hotel room yet.

And As I Recall, I Also Got It The First Time The First Flight I Could Remember Hit Turbulence

January 28, 2019

I don’t like talking about my travels until after I get back.  This just seems like good sense to me, but as I’ve admitted elsewhere, there are some things I’m just old-fashioned about.  Some of this I was more or less born with, and some, well . . . let’s just say I’ve acquired naturally over time.

For instance, I’m old enough to remember when you needed to keep your seatbelt fastened during a flight in case you hit turbulence, instead of “unexpected rough air.”

(Snark aside, that’s not a warning you want people to misunderstand, so I do get it!)

I’ll Tell You More About It Next Week

December 1, 2017

Now that I’m rested I don’t mind explaining why I was so sleep deprived yesterday:

Suffice it to say that taking a red-eye flight with a seven-year-old in tow is not conducive to rest, and doing so currently tops my list of “Stupidest things I have ever done (albeit for a good reason)”.  It was bad, but like Thanksgiving (when we were doing the exact same thing in the other direction), it could have been a lot worse.

The last time I flew I had a bit of a lingering head cold and couldn’t get my ears to pop, so I spent two hours in pain, followed by days of hearing things like I had a wool blanket over my head, and those memories were fresh in my mind as I boarded a five hour flight.  I was fine, but I felt fine before I boarded the last time I flew too, so I didn’t know I was going to be fine until I was in the air.

Regardless, I’m glad went, but I’m equally glad to be home again.

It’s Not Just Discouraging, It’s Wrong (Factually AND Otherwise)

February 17, 2015

The absolute worst time to tell someone they can’t fly is right when they’re in the middle of doing just that.