Catman
Oct 19, 99, 1:17 am
After an OK, not spectacular Vegas trip, I start my return home on ANOTHER DREADED SHUTTLE!!!
18 October: The Grey Line shuttle was 10 minutes late. The first two who arrived said "We're not taking passengers." ONe of them was the mustachoed sourpuss who I think was resentful that I didn't tip him.
Check-in at the airport about 30 secs. Craig in his white polo Shuttle by UA shirt tells me "The whole first class is filled with revenue passengers so no upgrade." I again get a window seat and ask to change to aisle.
I wish LAS had an RCC Club. So I did not have to spend the time behind this woman who complained to her husband about him losing money and that she didn't have time to shop and blah blah blah. It was packed and if I moved I would have to stand for at least 45 minutes.
The plane is in from San Fran 35 minutes late. They rush people off the plane and rush us on. I'm in zone six and get concerned that I would ahve to check my bag (also hoping I can stick it under the seat.)
They call zone six fourth and luckily I find some space in the overhead. But the lady who sat behind me stuffs it with two shopping bags and there's a briefcase on the other side from a woman. The woman had room in front of her, why did she both BOTH BIG FAT BAGS in the overhead? So I squeeze them together and put my bag up there. She was so busy talking she didn't even notice.
THIS IS JUST MY OPINION: SHOPPING BAGS SHOULD Be counted as carryon and put in the seat in front. Exception: Breakable items like glassware or beer steins. NOT CLOTHES!
The flight takes off another 25 minutes late. I keep telling myself "think of the double shuttle miles thanks to Dilbert's tip!"
The flight itself is uneventful but I had a charming lady next to me flying to Denver to see her son. She was Premier and said she was disappointed her 1k Son and PremEx daughter in Law were not in First.
Flight gets in about 20 minutes late to rainy DEN airport. So I have some time to stroll to my connecting gate ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TERMINAL!!
UA FGT 330 (DEN-EWR http://talk.flyertalk.com/forum/smile.gif It's a 7-37, and I'm happy my upgrade clears!!! The flight turns out to be barely half full. There are three empty seats in first. My seatmate, Dennis, lives outside Portland and was wonderful to talk too. He's a 1K and has been with U-A for 15 years. He says he's sorry to see Upgrade certificates expire and I tell him to cash them in to U-A for 250 mi reinbursement. Then I tell him when he gets time to give "Flyertalk" a try.
We had three fun F-A's, and the cute purser with blonde hair and nice smile in first took the time to talk to all of us. She kept giving me extra Becks though, since I was not working Tuesday I could drink.
Dennis and I told our Frequent flyer travel stories. he went to sleep, as did two other guys. The third guy watches a movie on his laptop. I get to writing in my diary.
The captain keeps updating us on the current Yankees/Red Sox playoffs and the Cowboys/Giants Monday night football thing, which was nice.
Flight gets in on time. I take cab home and the driver gets annoyed when I start giving him directions to J.C. He says "I drove in J.C. for 11 years and I know where (my address( is." Well, sorry.
[This message has been edited by Catman (edited 10-19-1999).]
[This message has been edited by Catman (edited 10-19-1999).]
18 October: The Grey Line shuttle was 10 minutes late. The first two who arrived said "We're not taking passengers." ONe of them was the mustachoed sourpuss who I think was resentful that I didn't tip him.
Check-in at the airport about 30 secs. Craig in his white polo Shuttle by UA shirt tells me "The whole first class is filled with revenue passengers so no upgrade." I again get a window seat and ask to change to aisle.
I wish LAS had an RCC Club. So I did not have to spend the time behind this woman who complained to her husband about him losing money and that she didn't have time to shop and blah blah blah. It was packed and if I moved I would have to stand for at least 45 minutes.
The plane is in from San Fran 35 minutes late. They rush people off the plane and rush us on. I'm in zone six and get concerned that I would ahve to check my bag (also hoping I can stick it under the seat.)
They call zone six fourth and luckily I find some space in the overhead. But the lady who sat behind me stuffs it with two shopping bags and there's a briefcase on the other side from a woman. The woman had room in front of her, why did she both BOTH BIG FAT BAGS in the overhead? So I squeeze them together and put my bag up there. She was so busy talking she didn't even notice.
THIS IS JUST MY OPINION: SHOPPING BAGS SHOULD Be counted as carryon and put in the seat in front. Exception: Breakable items like glassware or beer steins. NOT CLOTHES!
The flight takes off another 25 minutes late. I keep telling myself "think of the double shuttle miles thanks to Dilbert's tip!"
The flight itself is uneventful but I had a charming lady next to me flying to Denver to see her son. She was Premier and said she was disappointed her 1k Son and PremEx daughter in Law were not in First.
Flight gets in about 20 minutes late to rainy DEN airport. So I have some time to stroll to my connecting gate ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TERMINAL!!
UA FGT 330 (DEN-EWR http://talk.flyertalk.com/forum/smile.gif It's a 7-37, and I'm happy my upgrade clears!!! The flight turns out to be barely half full. There are three empty seats in first. My seatmate, Dennis, lives outside Portland and was wonderful to talk too. He's a 1K and has been with U-A for 15 years. He says he's sorry to see Upgrade certificates expire and I tell him to cash them in to U-A for 250 mi reinbursement. Then I tell him when he gets time to give "Flyertalk" a try.
We had three fun F-A's, and the cute purser with blonde hair and nice smile in first took the time to talk to all of us. She kept giving me extra Becks though, since I was not working Tuesday I could drink.
Dennis and I told our Frequent flyer travel stories. he went to sleep, as did two other guys. The third guy watches a movie on his laptop. I get to writing in my diary.
The captain keeps updating us on the current Yankees/Red Sox playoffs and the Cowboys/Giants Monday night football thing, which was nice.
Flight gets in on time. I take cab home and the driver gets annoyed when I start giving him directions to J.C. He says "I drove in J.C. for 11 years and I know where (my address( is." Well, sorry.
[This message has been edited by Catman (edited 10-19-1999).]
[This message has been edited by Catman (edited 10-19-1999).]