Seven Beauties
Aug 8, 2001 | 12:23 pm
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Seven Beauties
My God, Burlington, Vermont was hot and humid. But at least I figured I would fly home today and get back to the cool, glorious and wonderful Pacific Northwest for a few days before heading to hot and sweltering NYC next week via extremely hot and sweltering LAS. LAS is my new official embarkation point for my JFK transcons due to the half price employee class fares that I have been able to obtain on this route.
I couldnt resist the $239 the fare that I had snagged in the waning days of dear departed United Connection (RIP
) so I figured I would spend a week visiting family in BTV and do a little fishing on Lake Champlain. And by little fishing I am referring to the actual size of the smallmouth bass, which were very little indeed, barely exceeding the size of my spinnerbaits. But at least I hadnt smashed the boat into anything, despite the scary whitecap infested waters.
My outbound flights had been relatively uneventful, though the ORD segment was about 45 minutes late and the BTV segment well over an hour behind schedule. The first segment was packed and severely over-booked; the UA gate agents at E1 in PDX asked for volunteers but did not publicly announce any monetary remuneration. So I boarded the kid-infested flight when invited to do so, sat down in 2D and was soon joined by my seat mate, who was in the process of relocating her 10 cats from somewhere in the IAD region to PDX, one cat at a time. From what I gather, there are still four cats and one husband left to go. She also told me that she (and her cats) have been treated very poorly by the staff at IAD, which doesnt especially surprise me. She gave me plenty of interesting examples of some of her experiences but I couldnt quite hear what she was saying because I had turned up the volume of my music very loud by then.
Otherwise, the flight itself was fine but I felt rather bad for the FAs. Now that UA has finished decimating the quality of service and amenities in C and F, they are cutting back on staff, as predicted. Only two FAs were on hand to serve lunch to the 158 coach passengers on the 757. None of the F class FAs could be spared to help out because they were quite busy serving their 24 highly demanding passengers in the front cabin. And even they had to solicit help from the coach cabin at one point; as the FA pushed a cart down the aisle one hour before landing, the milk and cookies were actually distributed by a very studious looking six year old boy. The hard-working purser on this flight was somewhat cranky, sarcastic and cynical. I thought she was wonderful, perhaps because she was just like me.
The delay from ORD to BTV was just as well, I thought, as I journeyed from the very far end of terminal C over to the nether regions of terminal B, all the way over to gate B22. I had never visited the armpit of ORD before so it was my first time popping into the tiny RCC near gate B18, where I stopped for a few minutes to stock up on diet coke and string cheese. And it was mighty toasty at ORD that day, 94 degrees if I recall correctly and I think that was IN the terminal.
For my return flight on the 7th, I arrived at BTV at about 4:00PM and waited somewhat impatiently on a longish check-in line for flight 1869, my 5:20PM flight to ORD, somewhat irritated by the fact that there was no dedicated premium or F class line available in this diminutive and poorly laid out airport. The line moved oh so slowly, which cant be good I though to myself. That usually means troubles are brewing and, very sadly, I was right.
While my parents stood in line, I called up the 1K reservations number where I politely asked some fairly simple and straightforward questions to which I received an arrogant and obnoxious reply. So I hung up on him and called back and spoke to a human and on all my subsequent calls (and there were many such calls indeed that night) I was treated courteously and respectfully. I wish there was some way to rid UA of these bad apples but I have learned many of them appear to use pseudonyms so it seems to be a lost cause. Its really quite sad.
A half hour later, as I was still awaiting my turn, another passenger arrived, discovered an abandoned F class sign, flipped it around and made himself his own brand new line, on which he was obviously the first in the queue. I was the next to be served in the real line and stood there contemplating the battle that would ensue if he even dreamed of trying to secure the attention of a check-in agent before I did. If there is any doubt, just ask Doc about how I almost strangled the loud wandering cell phone talker in the EWR PC a couple of months ago. Though I currently dwell in PDX, I was born in Manhattan and grew up in the NYC area and that will be forever a part of my pedigree.
As soon as the next agent opened up, I quickly stepped forward, thereby averting what would most assuredly have been a major scene. Although I am a person who firmly believes in pushing the envelope, I have never been comfortable creating my own envelope. The friendly check-in agent explained that there was a mechanical problem on the inbound flight and they were on a 5:20 decision but immediately offered to put me up in a hotel at ORD that night and then booked me on an afternoon flight from ORD to PDX the following afternoon. I was about to leave but, honest guy that I am, I reminded her that she hadnt collected my confirmed upgrade cert, which I immediately proffered. No, its on us due to the mechanical, she replied, waiving it away. Now thats a very nice gesture I thought to myself but I must admit that I had a slightly ulterior motive for being so forthcoming with my cert. I have two such upgrades expiring in late September and I wanted to be absolutely positive that UA didnt deduct any E-certs from my account, all of which expire much later in the year.
So I left the counter to await the decision and walked passed the 50 or so passengers still waiting to be served. The line crasher was currently being serviced, having successfully accomplished precisely what he set out to do.
Well, I am sure you all know how these decisions go. It got later and later and when UA finally pushed the decision back to 8:00, my parents and I made our own decision to hit the road and head over to my sister-in-laws house to chat and grab a snack. In return for fixing her computer, I was permitted to use her speedy new DSL connection to browse FlyerTalk a bit and to research some ORD hotels, just in case UA allows me to make the choice. I settled on an all-suites Sheraton because I figured it would be a better place to hang out on Wednesday and enjoy late check-out privileges.
During this time, I stayed in touch with UA quite frequently and being the skeptical person that I am, asked them to protect me in F on a fight from BTV to ORD the next morning, which the cheerfully and willingly did. The decision was ultimately pushed to 9:00PM where it hovered for a while, so at 8:15 I figured I had best start the 10 minute drive back to the airport to await my fate.
I couldnt resist the $239 the fare that I had snagged in the waning days of dear departed United Connection (RIP
) so I figured I would spend a week visiting family in BTV and do a little fishing on Lake Champlain. And by little fishing I am referring to the actual size of the smallmouth bass, which were very little indeed, barely exceeding the size of my spinnerbaits. But at least I hadnt smashed the boat into anything, despite the scary whitecap infested waters. My outbound flights had been relatively uneventful, though the ORD segment was about 45 minutes late and the BTV segment well over an hour behind schedule. The first segment was packed and severely over-booked; the UA gate agents at E1 in PDX asked for volunteers but did not publicly announce any monetary remuneration. So I boarded the kid-infested flight when invited to do so, sat down in 2D and was soon joined by my seat mate, who was in the process of relocating her 10 cats from somewhere in the IAD region to PDX, one cat at a time. From what I gather, there are still four cats and one husband left to go. She also told me that she (and her cats) have been treated very poorly by the staff at IAD, which doesnt especially surprise me. She gave me plenty of interesting examples of some of her experiences but I couldnt quite hear what she was saying because I had turned up the volume of my music very loud by then.
Otherwise, the flight itself was fine but I felt rather bad for the FAs. Now that UA has finished decimating the quality of service and amenities in C and F, they are cutting back on staff, as predicted. Only two FAs were on hand to serve lunch to the 158 coach passengers on the 757. None of the F class FAs could be spared to help out because they were quite busy serving their 24 highly demanding passengers in the front cabin. And even they had to solicit help from the coach cabin at one point; as the FA pushed a cart down the aisle one hour before landing, the milk and cookies were actually distributed by a very studious looking six year old boy. The hard-working purser on this flight was somewhat cranky, sarcastic and cynical. I thought she was wonderful, perhaps because she was just like me.
The delay from ORD to BTV was just as well, I thought, as I journeyed from the very far end of terminal C over to the nether regions of terminal B, all the way over to gate B22. I had never visited the armpit of ORD before so it was my first time popping into the tiny RCC near gate B18, where I stopped for a few minutes to stock up on diet coke and string cheese. And it was mighty toasty at ORD that day, 94 degrees if I recall correctly and I think that was IN the terminal.
For my return flight on the 7th, I arrived at BTV at about 4:00PM and waited somewhat impatiently on a longish check-in line for flight 1869, my 5:20PM flight to ORD, somewhat irritated by the fact that there was no dedicated premium or F class line available in this diminutive and poorly laid out airport. The line moved oh so slowly, which cant be good I though to myself. That usually means troubles are brewing and, very sadly, I was right.
While my parents stood in line, I called up the 1K reservations number where I politely asked some fairly simple and straightforward questions to which I received an arrogant and obnoxious reply. So I hung up on him and called back and spoke to a human and on all my subsequent calls (and there were many such calls indeed that night) I was treated courteously and respectfully. I wish there was some way to rid UA of these bad apples but I have learned many of them appear to use pseudonyms so it seems to be a lost cause. Its really quite sad.
A half hour later, as I was still awaiting my turn, another passenger arrived, discovered an abandoned F class sign, flipped it around and made himself his own brand new line, on which he was obviously the first in the queue. I was the next to be served in the real line and stood there contemplating the battle that would ensue if he even dreamed of trying to secure the attention of a check-in agent before I did. If there is any doubt, just ask Doc about how I almost strangled the loud wandering cell phone talker in the EWR PC a couple of months ago. Though I currently dwell in PDX, I was born in Manhattan and grew up in the NYC area and that will be forever a part of my pedigree.
As soon as the next agent opened up, I quickly stepped forward, thereby averting what would most assuredly have been a major scene. Although I am a person who firmly believes in pushing the envelope, I have never been comfortable creating my own envelope. The friendly check-in agent explained that there was a mechanical problem on the inbound flight and they were on a 5:20 decision but immediately offered to put me up in a hotel at ORD that night and then booked me on an afternoon flight from ORD to PDX the following afternoon. I was about to leave but, honest guy that I am, I reminded her that she hadnt collected my confirmed upgrade cert, which I immediately proffered. No, its on us due to the mechanical, she replied, waiving it away. Now thats a very nice gesture I thought to myself but I must admit that I had a slightly ulterior motive for being so forthcoming with my cert. I have two such upgrades expiring in late September and I wanted to be absolutely positive that UA didnt deduct any E-certs from my account, all of which expire much later in the year.
So I left the counter to await the decision and walked passed the 50 or so passengers still waiting to be served. The line crasher was currently being serviced, having successfully accomplished precisely what he set out to do.
Well, I am sure you all know how these decisions go. It got later and later and when UA finally pushed the decision back to 8:00, my parents and I made our own decision to hit the road and head over to my sister-in-laws house to chat and grab a snack. In return for fixing her computer, I was permitted to use her speedy new DSL connection to browse FlyerTalk a bit and to research some ORD hotels, just in case UA allows me to make the choice. I settled on an all-suites Sheraton because I figured it would be a better place to hang out on Wednesday and enjoy late check-out privileges.
During this time, I stayed in touch with UA quite frequently and being the skeptical person that I am, asked them to protect me in F on a fight from BTV to ORD the next morning, which the cheerfully and willingly did. The decision was ultimately pushed to 9:00PM where it hovered for a while, so at 8:15 I figured I had best start the 10 minute drive back to the airport to await my fate.
Aug 8, 2001 | 12:25 pm
#2
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Join Date: Feb 2000
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Did you ever see the movie Seven Beauties? Its a film by Lina Wertmuller
about an Italian fellow played by Giancarlo Giannini with seven sisters who finds himself in the infantry in WWII because he hacked to death the guy that turned all of his sisters into prostitutes. He is soon captured by the Germans and spends the rest of the film in a POW camp, administered by a very scary and humongous female commandant. While there, the poor fellow has to endure many implausible story lines.
http://www.openix.com/~danb/seven.htm
http://www.ifilm.com/ifilm/product/f...327209,00.html
Anyway, if you have seen this film and remember the commandant, you will have a very accurate image of the security person guarding the entrance to gates 1 and 2, who refused to let my parents enter the gate area because only ticketed passengers were allowed. I have been able to escort them into MIA and JFK but I guess BTV has to keep up their guard. You know, they do share a border with that hostile French-speaking neighbor to the north, Mon Dieux.
Not wanting to undertake the horrific solution conceived by Giancarlo in the film, we were forced to wait in front by the check-in area because the wooden benches placed near security were a tad painful for my parents, who are both in the upper 70s. I trundled back and forth between there and the gate area to see what I could learn. The incoming flight from ORD had finally arrived and I watched as the tired passengers schlepped off the plane. Most of the passengers gathered in the waiting area turned out to be greeters so there didnt seem to be many left who stuck it out for our flight. By this time, the decision was even later but the commandant had stepped away so I made a deal with a more empathetic guard to sneak my parents into the forbidden zone. By the time they arrived, the Gestapo had returned and an argument ensued between the two security drones but we were already in the practically empty boarding area and thats where we stayed.
A short while later, a UA fellow casually strode to the gate and announced that our flight was all set and ready to hit the road but, and I am beginning to loathe that three letter word, ORD had issued a ground stop due to thunderstorms in the area. The next update would be at 10:00PM.
By that point, nobody expected the flight to ever leave and the few remaining passengers all got on line where UA proceeded to accommodate them in BTV hotels. I stood by the gate so I could eavesdrop on conversations and learned that the pilot was absolutely convinced the ground stop would be lifted and suggested that they allow the passengers to board so we could leave ASAP. However, at that point, ORD issued another hold, pending an update at 11:00. I finally conceded defeat and bagged it, figuring that I would try again in the morning. But just as I was about to leave the gate area, the hold was lifted and five minutes later I was finally boarding! Woohoo, I yelped as I strode down the jetway.
Dont even THINK about going illegal, I quipped to the FA as I boarded the plane, now more than five hours late, one of only twelve passengers on the 130-seat 737 to be clever enough or silly enough to make it this far. There were four passengers in the eight-seat F cabin (one of which was a very quiet sleepy baby, accompanied by its very quiet sleepy parents). The other eight passengers sat in coach but were warned to take their assigned seats until the door was closed. The FA later told me that she was once on a similar flight with only two passengers.
After my coat was hung, the FA asked Would you like something ELSE to drink? Huh? Else? Yes, I guess I would like a gin and tonic, I said as we both looked at each other rather quizzically. We dont have any plastic cups left, so youll have to use crew cups (Styrofoam) or I can give you a glass if you promise to give it back. Well, crew cups are fairly standard fare on sh*ttles so that was OK with me.
Woohoo, I yelped when we finally took off. Shortly thereafter, the FA, Holly, came by and asked me who I was because my name wasnt on the manifest. She said that none of the FAs had seen me in the boarding area while the other passengers had been enjoying snacks and drinks over the last few hours. I dont understand the manifest issue, I said as I showed her my boarding pass, which clearly listed my name and seat number. But that explains what she meant when she had used the word else a little earlier. It wasnt my fault; I wanted to be in the boarding area but Lina Wertmuller wouldnt let me in! But now that you see who I am, please note that I am a 1K so be sure to take my meal order first, I said, smiling, as I glanced around the empty cabin.
Holly told me that I could choose between chicken or ribs but I need to warn you that the food has been sitting unrefrigerated for the past two hours. You are welcome to have the prepackaged coach snack instead, which the other passengers enjoyed before we boarded.
I hope you realize that I have been sitting unrefrigerated for the past five hours, I quickly replied. And I was already spoiled well before I boarded the plane.
I wanted to order another gin and tonic but I was told they were all out! I cannot think of a clearer indication of why I am not a frequent traveler on this specific route! But Holly suggested that I be adventurous and tried out several different concoctions on me, all of which I dutifully consumed, cooperative and obedient passenger that I am.
Shortly before landing, I asked Holly to do the honor of reading my ode to the deterioration of UA, 50 Ways to Lose Your Flyer. Over the PA?, she asked. No, just to yourself would be OK, I said, resisting what was obviously a very strong urge.
Once we finally landed at ORD and had swiftly pulled into our assigned parking place by gate C6, I figured that at last this component of my very long journey was finally over. I gathered my gear and stood near the door patiently waiting to disembark. Woohoo could be clearly heard from the cockpit and, very soon after, the pilot came flying out of the cockpit and dove straight for the lavatory. I guess he really did need to land rather urgently, I thought to myself.
After a few minutes, the jetway was still not extended. The operator was unable to connect it and insisted that the crew back up the plane by a few inches. Holly walked into the cockpit, opened the window and shouted, we cant do it right now, the pilot is in the potty!
The pilot finally emerged, obviously much relieved, and backed up the plane as requested. We pulled up precisely where we are supposed to, he opined, in a very friendly and casual matter. So I finally bid adieu to Holly, thanked the pilot for getting us here eventually and quipped, I hope you remembered to spray, as I trundled past the open lavatory door.
I strode up to a nearby counter, where I was greeted by the customer service rep, Amy, who seemed rather frightened, IMHO. I am really not a very scary guy so I said all of the comforting words I could think of. I also pointed out that the eight or so passengers currently gathered by the counter at that moment were also she and he coworkers would have to deal with from our flight.
She rattled off a list of available hotels, from which I promptly choose the Sheraton Gateway Suites, which I had previously researched earlier in the evening. She printed up vouchers for dinner, breakfast and lunch and then I asked her to print up some more because food can be expensive at ORD.
It was now nearly midnight and as I walked from the end of terminal C on my long journey to terminal B and the hotel shuttle area that awaited me far beyond, I noticed that an RCC was open, despite the sign in front that clearly listed 10:00PM as the closing time. The receptionist said they are closing at 12:30 so I went to grab a diet coke but the bar was closed and settled for water.
It took me quite some time to get to door 3 in the hotel shuttle area because I wasnt paying as much attention as I should and wound up following the signs marked as 3 until I realized that I had mistakenly journeyed to terminal 3 instead. When I finally arrived outside, A Sheraton shuttle had pulled up and I was able to squeeze myself on for the rather hot 10 minute trip to the hotel.
And thats where I find myself this morning, catching up on work, enjoying the privilege of a late checkout. I figure, Ill head over to ORD at about 2:00 and find out what UA has in store for me for my 3:30PM flight to PDX today.
about an Italian fellow played by Giancarlo Giannini with seven sisters who finds himself in the infantry in WWII because he hacked to death the guy that turned all of his sisters into prostitutes. He is soon captured by the Germans and spends the rest of the film in a POW camp, administered by a very scary and humongous female commandant. While there, the poor fellow has to endure many implausible story lines.
http://www.openix.com/~danb/seven.htm
http://www.ifilm.com/ifilm/product/f...327209,00.html
Anyway, if you have seen this film and remember the commandant, you will have a very accurate image of the security person guarding the entrance to gates 1 and 2, who refused to let my parents enter the gate area because only ticketed passengers were allowed. I have been able to escort them into MIA and JFK but I guess BTV has to keep up their guard. You know, they do share a border with that hostile French-speaking neighbor to the north, Mon Dieux.
Not wanting to undertake the horrific solution conceived by Giancarlo in the film, we were forced to wait in front by the check-in area because the wooden benches placed near security were a tad painful for my parents, who are both in the upper 70s. I trundled back and forth between there and the gate area to see what I could learn. The incoming flight from ORD had finally arrived and I watched as the tired passengers schlepped off the plane. Most of the passengers gathered in the waiting area turned out to be greeters so there didnt seem to be many left who stuck it out for our flight. By this time, the decision was even later but the commandant had stepped away so I made a deal with a more empathetic guard to sneak my parents into the forbidden zone. By the time they arrived, the Gestapo had returned and an argument ensued between the two security drones but we were already in the practically empty boarding area and thats where we stayed.
A short while later, a UA fellow casually strode to the gate and announced that our flight was all set and ready to hit the road but, and I am beginning to loathe that three letter word, ORD had issued a ground stop due to thunderstorms in the area. The next update would be at 10:00PM.
By that point, nobody expected the flight to ever leave and the few remaining passengers all got on line where UA proceeded to accommodate them in BTV hotels. I stood by the gate so I could eavesdrop on conversations and learned that the pilot was absolutely convinced the ground stop would be lifted and suggested that they allow the passengers to board so we could leave ASAP. However, at that point, ORD issued another hold, pending an update at 11:00. I finally conceded defeat and bagged it, figuring that I would try again in the morning. But just as I was about to leave the gate area, the hold was lifted and five minutes later I was finally boarding! Woohoo, I yelped as I strode down the jetway.
Dont even THINK about going illegal, I quipped to the FA as I boarded the plane, now more than five hours late, one of only twelve passengers on the 130-seat 737 to be clever enough or silly enough to make it this far. There were four passengers in the eight-seat F cabin (one of which was a very quiet sleepy baby, accompanied by its very quiet sleepy parents). The other eight passengers sat in coach but were warned to take their assigned seats until the door was closed. The FA later told me that she was once on a similar flight with only two passengers.
After my coat was hung, the FA asked Would you like something ELSE to drink? Huh? Else? Yes, I guess I would like a gin and tonic, I said as we both looked at each other rather quizzically. We dont have any plastic cups left, so youll have to use crew cups (Styrofoam) or I can give you a glass if you promise to give it back. Well, crew cups are fairly standard fare on sh*ttles so that was OK with me.
Woohoo, I yelped when we finally took off. Shortly thereafter, the FA, Holly, came by and asked me who I was because my name wasnt on the manifest. She said that none of the FAs had seen me in the boarding area while the other passengers had been enjoying snacks and drinks over the last few hours. I dont understand the manifest issue, I said as I showed her my boarding pass, which clearly listed my name and seat number. But that explains what she meant when she had used the word else a little earlier. It wasnt my fault; I wanted to be in the boarding area but Lina Wertmuller wouldnt let me in!
But now that you see who I am, please note that I am a 1K so be sure to take my meal order first, I said, smiling, as I glanced around the empty cabin.Holly told me that I could choose between chicken or ribs but I need to warn you that the food has been sitting unrefrigerated for the past two hours. You are welcome to have the prepackaged coach snack instead, which the other passengers enjoyed before we boarded.
I hope you realize that I have been sitting unrefrigerated for the past five hours, I quickly replied. And I was already spoiled well before I boarded the plane.
I wanted to order another gin and tonic but I was told they were all out! I cannot think of a clearer indication of why I am not a frequent traveler on this specific route! But Holly suggested that I be adventurous and tried out several different concoctions on me, all of which I dutifully consumed, cooperative and obedient passenger that I am.
Shortly before landing, I asked Holly to do the honor of reading my ode to the deterioration of UA, 50 Ways to Lose Your Flyer. Over the PA?, she asked. No, just to yourself would be OK, I said, resisting what was obviously a very strong urge.
Once we finally landed at ORD and had swiftly pulled into our assigned parking place by gate C6, I figured that at last this component of my very long journey was finally over. I gathered my gear and stood near the door patiently waiting to disembark. Woohoo could be clearly heard from the cockpit and, very soon after, the pilot came flying out of the cockpit and dove straight for the lavatory. I guess he really did need to land rather urgently, I thought to myself.
After a few minutes, the jetway was still not extended. The operator was unable to connect it and insisted that the crew back up the plane by a few inches. Holly walked into the cockpit, opened the window and shouted, we cant do it right now, the pilot is in the potty!
The pilot finally emerged, obviously much relieved, and backed up the plane as requested. We pulled up precisely where we are supposed to, he opined, in a very friendly and casual matter. So I finally bid adieu to Holly, thanked the pilot for getting us here eventually and quipped, I hope you remembered to spray, as I trundled past the open lavatory door.
I strode up to a nearby counter, where I was greeted by the customer service rep, Amy, who seemed rather frightened, IMHO. I am really not a very scary guy so I said all of the comforting words I could think of. I also pointed out that the eight or so passengers currently gathered by the counter at that moment were also she and he coworkers would have to deal with from our flight.
She rattled off a list of available hotels, from which I promptly choose the Sheraton Gateway Suites, which I had previously researched earlier in the evening. She printed up vouchers for dinner, breakfast and lunch and then I asked her to print up some more because food can be expensive at ORD.
It was now nearly midnight and as I walked from the end of terminal C on my long journey to terminal B and the hotel shuttle area that awaited me far beyond, I noticed that an RCC was open, despite the sign in front that clearly listed 10:00PM as the closing time. The receptionist said they are closing at 12:30 so I went to grab a diet coke but the bar was closed and settled for water.
It took me quite some time to get to door 3 in the hotel shuttle area because I wasnt paying as much attention as I should and wound up following the signs marked as 3 until I realized that I had mistakenly journeyed to terminal 3 instead. When I finally arrived outside, A Sheraton shuttle had pulled up and I was able to squeeze myself on for the rather hot 10 minute trip to the hotel.
And thats where I find myself this morning, catching up on work, enjoying the privilege of a late checkout. I figure, Ill head over to ORD at about 2:00 and find out what UA has in store for me for my 3:30PM flight to PDX today.
Aug 10, 2001 | 4:56 am
#4
Commander Catcop
Join Date: May 1998
Posts: 10,259
As always, a humourous, FOUR PAWS UP report.
It's good to know that United can come to the rescue and give you some food and a bed to sleep in.
Can you earn hotel points for a stay provided by an airline> I would think no but maybe if there's a charge?
And OMNI: Yes, I have seen "Seven Beauties" which is a classic of dark comedy.
If you are looking for something of a sexier fare see Lina Wertmuller's followup film "Swept Away -- by an unforseen destiny in the Seas of August -- or something like that."
The man in Seven beauties stars wtih this gorgious but arrogant Italian woman. Fine film but not for children or the modest.
It's good to know that United can come to the rescue and give you some food and a bed to sleep in.
Can you earn hotel points for a stay provided by an airline> I would think no but maybe if there's a charge?
And OMNI: Yes, I have seen "Seven Beauties" which is a classic of dark comedy.
If you are looking for something of a sexier fare see Lina Wertmuller's followup film "Swept Away -- by an unforseen destiny in the Seas of August -- or something like that."
The man in Seven beauties stars wtih this gorgious but arrogant Italian woman. Fine film but not for children or the modest.