Originally Posted by
Tchiowa
I'll give you another one, which is more of an example of how people get worked up over just about nothing.
I was flying with 2 colleagues from Luanda, Angola to SFO. Passed through LHR then took a bus to Gatwick to await our TWA flight (like you, I miss TWA). We were all ticketed in Business Class. But I was Gold whatever status and had already upgraded to First Class. The other two were lower status and had to apply for an upgrade at the gate (TWA didn't have an agent there so we were checking in at another counter.)
Gatwick at the time was set up so they didn't post the gate until almost boarding time. Everyone sat in a central area. One of my two buddies was anxious to get to the gate to apply for his upgrade.
We had plenty of time so one of them said he was going shoppping, would I watch his carry on bag. OK. A few minutes later the other said he was going to the loo. So I watched his bag. All of our carry on bags were on a single baggage cart. One guy gets back to me just as they announce our gate (he was the one worked up about the upgrade). I told him to take off and I'd bring his bag. About a minute later the other guy came back. I told him the first guy had headed to the gate to be first in line for upgrades. He took off on a dead run to try to beat him.
I casully strolled down with the cart with the bags (again, I already had my upgrade). I get to the gate and my friends are first and second in line. Just as they are about to talk to the GA I said "Hey, guys, here are your bags." Of course they had already told security "Yes, my bags have always been with me". Security pulled them both out of line and searched their bags.
At the end of it, both got their upgrades. We boarded the plane, sat down in First Class, the FA handed us champagne and the "worked up" guy said "This is the worst flight I have ever been on!!"
Some people need to gain some perspective.
Yes, very good story.
I was recently on a DL flight in which my seat mate was livid because he was going to miss his connection because of severe weather.
Although I only heard his side of the conversation he was beyond livid that he would arrive home 5 or 6 hours late and kept repeating "but I'm Diamond!!"
Whenever issues like this arise I remind myself that about 50 years ago this trip (a transcon) would have taken at least three days without delays and 150 years ago would have taken months.
I always say it's better to be late and alive than on time and dead.
That's not to say every delay is justified, but a little perspective I think is good for the blood pressure...