Saturday, July 28, 2007

Southwest scorecard, flight #5

Well, after all the wonder and hoopla of getting to the airport at the perfect time, the plane was an hour late taking off. We were able to enjoy most of that hour on the tarmac waiting for the weather and traffic backup as a result in Vegas. Additionally, all the planes were landing 'backwards,' so everything took a little longer. We had to fly around the city to the other side and then ended up at the 'wrong' end of the runway and had a long taxi back to the parking place, after waiting for 2 planes to get out of the way.

Tons of people were there all at the same time. I had to wait for the second tram to get to the main terminal. If I had checked luggage, I'd still be there now. I was with more people last night than I have been since the Doobie Brothers concert at the Marriot Center in 1980. It wasn't even this crowded at LAX two weeks ago. It was great to get on the road, get out of town, and off into the quiet and beautiful desert.

We got to bed about 3am, and now Tracy is up and on her way to her first day at Walmart, and I'm blurry-eyed and fuzzy-minded getting ready to delve into the bowels of the long forms. Nobody reads and does anything with my Saturday work, for the most part, until Monday around 4am Pacific time, so I'm not going to be unwilling to take a nap later this morning.

3 comments:

Mom and Dad said...

This is truly amazing! What a saga! You should e-mail your scorecard to Southwest, as if they didn't know what is going on. I wonder if an earlier flight from Ontario would be better. I guess you plan to book earlier ones as soon as you use the tickets you have already purchased. Tell Tracy to let us know how the first day went.

alwayshot said...

All I can say is better you than me ;). I can't believe all of the problems you are having flying Southwest. How do they stay in business? Hopefully things will get much better over time.

Lewis said...

Let's see....1 for 5. That's 20%, or .200. In baseball, that is affectionately known as the Mendoza line, named after a player with lots of ill luck that somehow became associated with lousy hitting below .200.