Yesterday morning I had a flight to LV for a partner meeting. When I left for the airport it was raining and then sleeting. The weather clearly was telling me that we were not going to have an on time departure.
At the gate it’s clear that the flight before me had not taken off. It was late by more than an hour. When I look toward the jetway I see people standing behind the glass door — their faces almost pressed against the glass door. Turns out they were passengers who tried to get off the plane but were stopped before they could get into the airport!! That shows real guts and a complete frustration with the amount of time they sat on the plane!
Turns out the airport was shut down. The weather was such that nothing was taking off and landing. Once the airport reopened, every plane in the airport that was delayed was boarded. What’s the point of that? Clearly, no planes are going to take off without sitting on the tarmac for hours … and that’s exactly what we did — our 11:15 flight took off at 2!
As if that wasn’t enough (and I was sitting in the middle seat!), when they finally come to give us our drinks, I am offered one bag of peanuts. I was starving and had eaten the only crushed and old food I could find in my purse (don’t ask). Could they not find a way to give us a bit more food … maybe two bags?!
In any case, I get that there is snow. I get that we have to de-ice. I appreciate the safety of it all. But, could they let me hang by my Starbucks and snack stores, reading the magazines that I will never admit to reading, until it really is time to leave? Now, that would make me a happy traveler! Apparently not.
Hope you all have a great day!
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